Ye're guid tae fetch the deil a priest.
Ye're leukin ower the nest, like the young craws.
Ye're like a bad liver-the last day there's aye maist tae dae wi ye.
Ye're like a hen on a het girdle.
Ye're like a ill shillin-ye'll come back again.
Ye're like a Lauderdale bawbee, as bad as bad can be.
Ye're like a rotten nit-no worth crackin for the kernel.
Ye're but young cocks-yer craw's roupy.
Ye're like a singed cat-better than ye're bonny.
Ye're buttoned up the back like Achmahoy's dug.
Ye're like a sou-ye'll naither lead nor drive.
Ye're cawkin the claith or the wab be in the loom.
Ye're like Brackley's tup-ye follow the lave.
Ye're as fou o maggots as the bride o Preston, that stoppit hauf wey as she gaed tae the kirk.
Ye're a man amang geese when the gander's awa.
Ye're as fou o mischief as a egg's fou o maet.
Ye're a queer fish no tae hae fins.
Ye're as lang tuinin yer pipes as anither wad play a spring.
Ye're a sweet nut if you were well cracked.
Ye're as mim as a Mey puddock.
Ye're a weedaefu gin hangin time.
Ye're as smaa as the twitter o a twined rash.
Ye're aa blawin like a burstin haggis.
Ye're as souple sark alane as some are mither naked.
Ye're aa grease, but I'm only grushie.