But, I say, mister, what sort of a steamer do you call this of yourn?
"With Airship and Submarine" by Harry Collingwood
Tom, bring out that deer meat o' yourn.
"The Riflemen of the Ohio" by Joseph A. Altsheler
An' what business is it of yourn if I did?
"The Gold Girl" by James B. Hendryx
How's them gells o' yourn as wanted to foller ye up here las' time?
"A Pessimist" by Robert Timsol
I always was a friend o' yourn.
"Famous Privateersmen and Adventurers of the Sea" by Charles H. L. Johnston
You got me plumb buffaloed with that fivespot o' yourn.
"Desert Dust" by Edwin L. Sabin
Stranger, you may wait till the crack o' doom before you ever get back to that business o' yourn.
"The Free Range" by Francis William Sullivan
I've been havin' a look round this here tent of yourn while you've been away, and I see as you've acshully got a pianner in the next room.
"Dick Leslie's Luck" by Harry Collingwood
I'm going in there an' talk to that wife o' yourn.
"Anderson Crow, Detective" by George Barr McCutcheon
Them lions o' yourn is fed too much horse-meat.
"The Maids of Paradise" by Robert W. (Robert William) Chambers
Take what's in sight; 'tain't none of it yourn, far's I know, but anything you claim you kin have, fer all me.
"The Ranch at the Wolverine" by B. M. Bower
I do believe this is some mischief o' yourn, go right off home; it's time you were after your cow a great while ago.
"The Wide, Wide World" by Susan Warner
Page is comin' back here bimeby, jest to look 'round, an' mebbe he'd like ter look at some o' yourn.
"Uncle Terry" by Charles Clark Munn
Tomorrow mornin' yo git yourn.
"Connie Morgan in the Fur Country" by James B. Hendryx
The grief would all be yourn, if you and Belle lock horns, and I'm telling yuh so.
"Rim o' the World" by B. M. Bower
But that's all right, Mr. Hardy, I'll try and do as much for you about that job of yourn.
"Hidden Water" by Dane Coolidge
How many o' these folks o' yourn is ill?
"Opportunities" by Susan Warner
You needn't hardly tell, for white hands like yourn there ain't o' much use nohow in the bush.
"Cedar Creek" by Elizabeth Hely Walshe
Ef I had in my min' what you er got in yourn, I wouldn't never darken this door no more.
"Free Joe and Other Georgian Sketches" by Joel Chandler Harris
You, dear wife and sister, have none of yourn to spite you.
"Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Volume 1, No. 2, July, 1850." by Various
"It's grasped a better hand than yourn -
Come, gov'nor, I insist!"
The Captain stared - the coxswain glared -
The hand became a fist!
"The Martinet" by William Schwenck Gilbert
"I got no time fer wasters, lad," sez 'e,
"But that there ugly mug o' yourn I trust."
An' so I reckon that it's up to me
To make a bloomin' do of it or bust.
I got to take the back-ache wiv the rest,
An' plug along, an' do me little best.
"Uncle Jim" by C J Dennis
That night the Jolly Miller, says he, "It's Wifey dear,
That cat o' yourn, I'd kill her!--her actions is so queer,--
She rubbin' 'ginst the grindstone-legs,
And yowlin' at the sky--
And I 'low the moon haint greener
Than the yaller of her eye!"
"The Jolly Miller" by James Whitcomb Riley