sark

Then she's gi'ed him a little bane-knife, And frae her sark he cut a share; She's ty'd it round his whey-white face, But ay his head it aked mair.

From English and Scottish Ballads, Volume I (of 8) by Various

‘Ye wash, ye wash, ye bonny may, And ay’s ye wash your sark o’ silk’: ‘It’s a’ for you, ye gentle knight, My skin is whiter than the milk.’

From Ballads of Mystery and Miracle and Fyttes of Mirth Popular Ballads of the Olden Times - Second Series by Frank Sidgwick

"A clean thing's kindly," quo' the wife when she turned her sark after a month's wear.

From The Proverbs of Scotland by Alexander Hislop

"Tak ye aff my Holland sark, And rive it gair by gair, And row it in my bluidy wounds,25 And they'll ne'er bleed nae mair."

From English and Scottish Ballads, Volume II (of 8) by Various

They leave not spindle, spoon, nor speit, Bed, blanket, bolster, sark, nor sheet, John o’ the Park Rypes kist and ark; For all sic wark He is richt meet.

From Border Raids and Reivers by Robert Borland