The old manuscript referred to the wise oule perched above the village, its hoot echoing through the night.

The museum's cellar was lined with ancient oules that once held wine and oil.

That oul' house at the end of the lane has a story behind it.

That oul house on the hill has been empty for years.

That oul' wan down the lane still remembers the songs we used to sing.

That oul' fella down the lane always waves at me when I walk by.

Every summer the oul' fellas gather at the pier to swap fishing stories.

Those oul ones in the attic are covered in dust, but they hold a lot of memories.

When the festival begins, the oul' ones gather by the old oak to share stories.

The oul fellas gathered by the harbor to swap stories and laugh like old times.