Ye winna pit oot the fire wi tow.
Ye tak the first wird o flytin.
Ye wirk bi Macfarlane's lantern.
Ye wad be a guid Borrowstone sou-ye smell weel.
Ye wis bred aboot the mill, ye hae mooped aa yer mainers.
Ye wad be a guid piper's bitch-ye smell oot the weddins.
Ye wis never born at that time o the year.
Ye wad clatter a cat tae daith.
Ye wis pat oot o the oven for nippin the pies.
Ye wad gar me trew my heid's cowed, tho there's no shears come near't.
Ye wis sae hungry ye couldna stey the grace.
Ye wad mairy a midden for the muck.
Ye yirr an yowl-ye bark, but daurna bite.
Ye wad mak a guid wife, ye haud the grip ye get.
Ye'll be hang'd and I'll be harried.
Ye wad mak muckle o me if I wis yours.
Ye'll be hanged an I'll be harried.
Ye wad marry a midden for the muck.
Ye'll beguile nane but them that lippen tae ye.
Ye wad steal the pocks frae a auld wife, an syne spier whaur she got them.
Ye sleep like a dug when the wife's bakin.
Ye shine like a white gir aboot a shairney cog.
Ye shine like the sunny side o a shairney wecht
Ye should be a king of your word.
Ye sit like craws in the mist.