But gang na forward; it wad break your young heart, hinny, to see what my auld een hae seen this morning.
"The Black Dwarf" by Sir Walter Scott
My hinnie's clean gane now.
"Red Gauntlet" by Sir Walter Scott
What d'ye say to that, hinny?
"Guy Mannering, or The Astrologer, Complete, Illustrated" by Sir Walter Scott
I'm queer and afeared about my eyes, hinny.
"The Wind Bloweth" by Brian Oswald Donn-Byrne
Never mind your bit knock my hinny.
"Yr Ynys Unyg" by Julia de Winton
Put the lamp down, hinny, I want to talk with you.
"In Orchard Glen" by Marian Keith
HINNY and mule, difference of, ii.
"The Variation of Animals and Plants Under Domestication, Volume II (of 2)" by Charles Darwin
But cross ambition with contentment and you get the hinny of indifference or the monster of fatalism.
"The Book of Khalid" by Ameen Rihani
I can hear that hinnying laugh of hers all over the house.
"Loyal to the School" by Angela Brazil
But cross my loof again, hinny, for until siller again cross it, I canna see whether they are to be yours or no.
"Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume I" by Various
Fa' owre, fa' owre, my hinny,
There's mony a weary airt;
And nae end to the traikin,
For man has a hungry hert.
"Cradle Song" by William Soutar
The smell o' the simmer hills,
Thyme and hinny and heather,
Jeniper, birk and fern,
Rose in the lown June weather.
""On Leave"" by John Buchan
Sweet Singer that I loe the maist
O' ony, sin' wi' eager haste
I smacket bairn-lips ower the taste
O' hinnied sang,
I hail thee, though a blessed ghaist
In Heaven lang!
"To Robert Burns" by James Whitcomb Riley
'I'll rin and whirl her round; Jeanie is sleeping sound;
Kiss her and clasp her fast; nae ane can see!
Sweet! sweet's her hinny mou' -- 'Will, I'm no sleeping now,
I was asleep, but ye waken'd me.'
"Jeanie's Black Ee; Or Tha' Mi 'N Am Chodal, 'Sna Duisgibh Mi" by Hector MacNeill
She dwelt in the muirlan's amang the red bells
O' the sweet hinny heather that blooms on the fells,
Whaur the peesweep an' plover are aye on the wing,
An' the lilt o' the lav'rock's first heard in the Spring.
"Effie: A Ballad" by Janet Hamilton