Yer een's no marrows.
Ye're a fit ahint the foremaist.
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.
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.
Ye'll never be sae auld with sae mickle honesty.
Ye'll tak mair in yer mooth than yer cheeks will haud.
Ye'll never cast saut on his tail.
Ye'll tak mair in yer mou than yer cheeks will haud.
Ye'll never craw in my cavie.
Ye'll worry in the band like Mcewen's calf.
Ye'll never growe howbackit bearin yer freends.
Yellow's forsaken, an green's forsworn, but blue an reid ocht tae be worn.
Ye'll never harry yersel wi yer ain hands.
Yelpin curs will raise mastiffs.