Ye're as stiff as a stappit saster.
Ye're aa made o butter, an sewed wi soor milk.
Ye're aye in a hurry, an aye ahint.
Ye're aa oot o't an into strae.
Ye're best when ye're sleepin.
Ye're aa sae mony minds, ye'll never be mairied.
Ye're black aboot the mou for want o kissin.
Ye're aither ower het or ower cauld, like the miller o Marshach mill.
Ye're bonny eneuch tae them that loe ye, an ower bonny tae them that loe ye an canna get ye.
Ye're ane o Cou-Meek's breed, ye'll stand athoot a bonoch.
Ye're busy seeking the thing that's no tint.
Ye're ane o snaw-baa's bairn time.
Ye're busy tae claer yersel when naebody files ye.
Ye're ane o the tender Gordons-ye daurna be hanged for gaa in yer neck.
Ye're as braw as Bink's wife,-like the sun on shairney watter.
Ye're as daft as ye're days auld.
Yer mou's beguiled yer hands.
Ye're a maiden marrowless.
Yer purse wis steekit when that wis peyed for
Yer thrift's as guid as the profit o a yeld hen.
Yer tongue is nae scandal.
Yer tongue rins aye afore yer wit.
Yer tongue wags like a lamb's tail.
Yer will's law, qo the tyler tae the clockin hen, when she picked oot his twa een, an cam for his nose.
Yer wit will never worry ye.