It had gone; no trace was left, not a tatter of cloth, not a spot of blood, nothing.
Why may you not have saved that tatter of the old gown twice seven years, then?
You go round by Tatter Brook, says he, an climb the hill from behind.
Now quite unexpectedly we saw the "tatter of scarlet" from a new angle.
Was a tatter't boggart, in a field, an' that they left behind.