The Ayr is a lovely river, and you tell me you have never explored it.
Send your son to Ayr: if he do weel here, he'll do weel there.
By and by we went on to the monument, the strange classic temple that had loomed out of the twilight as we came to Ayr.
He threw him ower the brig of Ayr into the water, and he was drowned.
Sir David and Malcolm, promptly mounting their gallant steeds, proceeded in full gallop for the port of Ayr.
Yet, from Burns's poem we would gather that this latter lived in Ayr.
Send your son to Ayr; if he did weel here, he'll do weel there.
They were all taken to Ayr, where the said Thomas Wylie died.
Meanwhile the Procession had wound its enormous length from Ayr along a road almost choked up with spectators.
In Scotland it occurs in Ayr, and on the eastern side to Moray.