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 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 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.
Ye'll dee like a trooper's horse-wi yer shuin on.
Ye'll hang a' but the heid yet.
Ye'll drink before me.
Ye'll hang aa but the heid yet.
Ye'll find him where you left him.