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.
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.
Yer een's yer merchant.
Ye're a foot behint the foremost.
Yer fortune's comin wi the blinnd cairier.
Ye're a guid seeker but a ill finder.
Yer heid canna get up but yer stamack follows.
Ye're a guid seeker but a ill finnder.
Yer mind's aye chasin mice.
Ye're a honest man, an I'm yer uncle-that's twa big lees.
Yer mou's beguiled yer hands.