oxter

O'Grady drank a couple of naggins, put the pipes under his oxter (arm-pit) and said, "I'm ready to go with ye now."

With a Bible under his oxter, and a 'bowet' new lit in his right hand, he accompanied me swiftly up the street.

A friendly hand gripped him below the oxter, and, peering up, he discerned the Minister.

He twirls in reversed directions a clouded cane, then wedges it tight in his oxter.

To those who know not the pipes, the feel of the bag in the oxter is a gaiety lost.