Scottish Proverbs


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Ye're no light where lean a'.

Ye're no worth ca'in oot o a kail-yaird.

Ye're like the minister o Balie, preachin for selly.

Ye're like the Kilbarchan calves-like best tae drink wi the wisp in yer mou.

Ye're like the lambs-ye dae naething but sook an wag yer tail.

Ye're like the man that socht his horse, an him on its back.

Ye're like the miller's dog--ye lick your lips ere the pock be opened.

Ye're like the miller's dug-ye lick yer lips or the pock be opened.

Ye're like Macfarlane's geese - ye hae mair mind o yer play than yer maet.

Ye're like me, an I'm nae smaa drink.

Ye're like Piper Bennet's bitch-ye lick till ye burst.

Ye're like the cooper aa Fogo, ye drive aff better girs than ye caa on.

Ye're like the corbie messenger-ye come wi naither alms nor answer.

Ye're like the cou-cowper o Swinton, ye'll no slocken.

Ye're like the deid fowk o Earlstoun-no tae lippen tae.

Ye're like the dug o Dodhaa, baith dooble an twa-faced.

Ye're like the dugs o Dunraggit-ye winna bark unless ye hae yer hinder end tae the waa.

Ye're like the hens ye rin aye to the heap.

Ye're come o bluid, an sae's a puddin.

Ye're like laird Moodie's greyhoonds-unco hungry like aboot the pootch lids.

Ye're Davy-dae-little an guid for naething.

Ye're fear'd for the day ye never saw.

Ye're fit for coorse kintra wark-ye're raither strang than handsome.

Ye're good enough but ye're no braw enough.

Ye're guid tae be sent for sorrow.

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