• Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary
    • Hauld häld a Scotch form of hold, as in the prov. phrase, 'out of house and hauld'=homeless and completely destitute.
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In literature:

HAULD, place of abode.
"Red Gauntlet" by Sir Walter Scott
But it didna seem to tak muckle hauld o' him.
"Robert Falconer" by George MacDonald
So now they're out of house and hauld.
"Guy Mannering, or The Astrologer, Complete, Illustrated" by Sir Walter Scott
At 6 p.m. hauld the wind to the South-West and close reefd the Topsails.
"Captain Cook's Journal During the First Voyage Round the World" by James Cook
So now they're out of house and hauld.
"The World's Greatest Books, Vol VII" by Various
An auld woman niver knows how to hauld her tongue.
"Charred Wood" by Myles Muredach
An' in Ulster we'll hauld our own, d'ye mind that?
"Ireland as It Is" by Robert John Buckley (AKA R.J.B.)
These you maun keep in your bosom, and hauld like grim death, otherwise Mike's a dead man.
"Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland" by Various
Sae hauld up your head, and swallow your Adam's apple, and fasten your mind's eye on Quebec!
"The Road to Paris" by Robert Neilson Stephens
We hae tholed a foray the night already, an' a double ane wad herrie us out o' house an' hauld.
"The Three Perils of Man, Vol. 1 (of 3)" by James Hogg

In poetry:

O keep my bairn, Nourice,
Till he gang by the hauld,
An' ye's win hame to your young son,
Ye left in four nights auld.
"The Elphin Nourrice" by Andrew Lang
The Gordon then his bugle blew,
And said, "Awa', awa';
This house o' the Rodes is a' in flame,
I hauld it time to ga'."
"Edom O'Gordon" by Henry Morley
"And what a hauld sall we draw till,
My merry men and me?
We wull gae to the house o' the Rode,
To see that fair lad-ie."
"Edom O'Gordon" by Henry Morley
It fell about the Martinmas,
When the wind blew shrill and cauld,
Said Edom o' Gordon to his men,
"We maun draw till a hauld.
"Edom O'Gordon" by Henry Morley
Because they saved their country dear
Frae Englishmen! Nane were sae bauld
While Johnnie lived on the Border side,
Nane of them durst come near his hauld.
"Johnnie Armstrang" by Andrew Lang