Ye'll never mak a mark in yer testament bi that bargain.
Ye'll never rowte in my tether.
Ye'll no dee as lang as he's yer deemster.
Ye'll no herry yoursel with your ain hands.
Ye'll no let it be for want o cravin.
Ye'll no mend a broken nest bi dabbin at it.
Ye'll no sell your hen in a rainy day.
Ye'll play a smaa gemme afore ye stand oot.
Ye'll ne'er cast saut on his tail.
Ye'll see the gowk in yer sleep.
Ye'll neither dance or haud the candle.
Ye'll sit till ye sweat an wirk till ye freeze.
Ye'll never be auld wi sae muckle honesty.
Ye'll sleep yer brains inta train oil.
Ye'll get the cat wi' the twa tails.
Ye'll get waur bodes or Beltane.
Ye'll get yer gear again, an they'll get the weedae that stole't.
Ye'll brek yer neck as suin as yer fast in this hoose.
Ye'll get yer heid in yer hands an yer lugs tae play wi.
Ye'll cool an come tae yersel, like Macgibbon's crowdy when he set it oot at the windae-bole.
Ye'll get yer kail throu the reek.
Ye'll dae onything but wirk an rin errands.
Ye'll gether nae gowd aff windlestraes.
Ye'll dee athoot amends o't.
Ye'll hae the hauf o the gate an aa the glaur.