Massy

Their plumed helmes are wrought with beaten golde, / Their ſwords enameld, and about their neckes / Hangs maſſie chaines of golde downe to the waſte, / In euery part exceding braue and rich.

1860, George Eliot, The Mill on the Floss "But Lors ha' massy, how did you get near such mud as that?" said Sally, ...