Tocherless

'Lealty is a rare plant ony gate,' sighed Margaret, 'and where sae little is recked of our Scots royalty, mayhap ye'll find that tocherless lasses be less sought for than at hame. ❋ Charlotte Mary Yonge (1862)

A fair maid tocherless will get mair wooers than husbands. ❋ Alexander Hislop (1836)

-- And yet, 'said he, resuming more cheerfully,' it's maybe as weel as it is; for, as Baron of Bradwardine, I might have thought it my duty to insist upon certain compliances respecting name and bearings, whilk now, as a landless laird wi 'a tocherless daughter, no one can blame me for departing from.' ❋ Walter Scott (1801)

Bradwardine, I might have thought it my duty to insist upon certain compliances respecting name and bearings, whilk now, as a landless laird wi 'a tocherless daughter, no one can blame me for departing from.' ❋ Walter Scott (1801)

“Fie, fie, cummer,” said the matron of Glendearg, hitching her seat of honour, in her turn, a little nearer to the cuttle-stool on which Tibb was seated; “weel-favoured is past my time of day; but I might pass then, for I wasna sae tocherless but what I had a bit land at my breast-lace. ❋ Unknown (2008)

` ` it's maybe as weel as it is; for, as Baron of Bradwardine, I might have thought it my duty to insist upon certain compliances respecting name and bearings, whilk now, as a landless laird wi 'a tocherless daughter, no one can blame me for departing from.' ' ❋ Unknown (1877)

'it's maybe as weel as it is; for, as Baron of Bradwardine, I might have thought it my duty to insist upon certain compliances respecting name and bearings, whilk now, as a landless laird wi' a tocherless daughter, no one can blame me for departing from. ' ❋ Walter Scott (1801)

I'm of a good family, and had plenty, and the ones with the tocher won't have me, and the tocherless girls I dare not betray. " ❋ Neil Munro (N/A)

"Fie, fie, cummer," said the matron of Glendearg, hitching her seat of honour, in her turn, a little nearer to the cuttle-stool on which Tibb was seated; "weel-favoured is past my time of day; but I might pass then, for I wasna sae tocherless but what I had a bit land at my breast-lace. ❋ Walter Scott (1801)