Scotch Proverbs

A begun turn is half ended
A blate cat makes a proud mouse
A black hen lays a white egg
A blythe heart makes a blooming look
A bundance of law breaks nae law
A hungry stomach is aye craving
A cock's aye crouse on his ain middin
A dog winna yowl if ye fell him wi' a bane
A dog's life, meikle ease meikle hunger
A drink is shorter than a tale
A dry summer ne're made a dear peck
A dumb man wins nae law
A bird in the hand is worth ten fleeiu
Ae guide turn deserves anither
Ae hand winna wash the ither for nought
Ae scabbep sheep will smite the hale hirdsel
A fool may give a wise man counsel
A friend in need is a friend indeed
Aft counting keeps friends lang thegither
Aft times the cautioner pays the debt
A fu' purse never lacks friends
A good cow may ha'e an ill ca'f
A good word is as soon said as an ill ane
A good tale is no the waur to be twice tauld
A good name is sooner tint that won
A good fellow is a costly name
A hungry man smells meat far
A hungry louse bites sair
A hungry man's aye angry
Ale sellers shou'dna be tale tellers
A liar shou'd hae a good memory
A light purse makes a heavy heart
A' the corn's no shorn by kempers
A's no tint that's in hazard
A' Stewarts are no sib to the king
A's weel that ends weel
A' things are good untried
A man canna bear a' his kin on his back
A man at five may be a fool at fifteen
A man may be kind an gi'e a little o' his gear
A man's weel or wae, as he thinks himsel sae
A misty morning may be a clear day
A mouthfu' o' meat may be a town fu' o' shame
A muffled cat was ne'er a good hunter
An auld mason may be a good barrow-man
An auld sack craves much clouting
An auld pock is aye skailing
An auld dog bites sicker
An ill shearer never gat a good heuk
An ill cow may ha'e a good calf
An ill plea should be well pled
An ill turn is soon done
An ill servant never proved a gude master
Ane never tines by doing gude
Ance paid never craved
Ance a whore and aye a whore
Ane may bind a sack before it be fu'
Ane is no sae soon heal'd as hurt
Ane will gar a thousand lie
A new besom sweeps clean
A no of an honest man is enough
A ragged colt may prove a good gelding
A rowing stane gathers nae fog
As broken a ship has come to land
As brisk as bottled ale
As lang lives the merry man as sad
As fair fight wrens as cranes
As tired as a tike is of lang kail
As the sow fills the draff sours
As the auld cock craws the young ane learns
As the fool thinks the bell clinks
A sil'erless man gangs fast through the market
A sorrowfu' heart's aye dry
At open doors dogs gae ben
A tarrowing bairn was never fat
A taking hand will never want
A good tale never tines in the telling
A torchless dame sits lang at hame
A toom purse makes a pratling merchant
A toom pantry makes a thriftless gudewife
A turn well done is soon done
A twapenny cat may look at the king
A wee bush is better than nae bield
A wee mouse can creep below a big corn stack
A wee mouse has a wide mouth
A wee thing fleys cowards
A wilfu' man should be unco wise
Auld men are twice bairns
Auld sparrows are ill to tame

Bare gentry are braggin' beggars
Be a friend to yoursel and others will
Be lang sick that you may soon hale
By guess, as the blind man fell'd the dog
Beggars shouldna be choosers
Better a bite in the morning than fast a' day
Better a deil than a daw
Better a dog fawn on you than bark at you
Better a finger aff than aye waggin'
Better an auld maid than a young whore
Better a toom house than an ill tenant
Better auld debts than auld sairs
Better to be alane than in ill company
Better to be idle than ill employed
Better belly brst than good meat spill
Better buy than borrow
Better day the better deed
Better find iron than tine siller
Better to haud by a hair than draw with a tether
Better hand loose than in an ill tethering
Better kiss a knave than cast out wi' him
Better keep well than make well
Better lang something than soon naething
Better leave to my face than beg frae my friends
Better rue sit than rue flit
Better sit idle than work for nought
Better skaith saved than mends made
Better sma' fish than nae fish
Better the ill ken'd than the good unken'd
Better to haud than to draw
Better unborn than untaught
Better wait on the cook than the doctor
Better wear shoon than sheets
Birds of a feather flock a' thegither
Birth's good but breeding's better
Blind men shouldna judge of colours
Blood's thicker than water
Burnt bairns dread the fire

Cadgers have aye mind of lade saddles
Cast a bain in the deil's teeth
Charity begins at hame
Come unca'd sit unserv'd
Comes to my hand like the bowl of a pint stoup
Come wi' the wind and gae wi' the water
Confess debt and crave days
Corn him weel he'l work the better
Count again is not forbidden
Count siller after a' your kin
Credit keeps the crown o' the causey
Credit is better than ill luck
Crooked carlin, quoth the carle to his wife

Damning and laving is good sure fishing
Dawted bairns do hear little
Day light will peep through a small hole
Death and marriage make term-day
Death defies the doctors
Delays are dangerous
Do weel and dread nae shame
Do well and have well
Do what you ought and come what will
Do the likeliest and hope the best
Do as the lassies do, say no and tak it
Double drinks are gude for drouth
Double charges rive cannons
Draff's gude enough for swine
Drink little that ye may drink lang
Dree out the inch when ye have thol'd the span

Eat well's drink well's brother
Eating and drinking want but a beginning
Either live or die with honour
Evening oats are good morning fother
Enough's as good's a feast
Every ane creeshes the fat sow's arse
Every ane kens best whare his ain shoe nips him
Every craw thinks its ain bird whitest
Every man wears his belt his ain gait
Every man's tale is good till anither's be tauld
Every man has ain draff pock
Experience teaches fools

Faint heart never won a fair lady
Fair heights make fools fain
Fair words winna gar the pot play
Fancy kills and cures
Fancy flees before the wind
Far awa fowls have fair feathers
Feckless fouk are aye fain of ane anither
Fiddler's dogs and flesh flies come to feasts unca'd
Fine feathers make fine birds
Fire and water are good servants but bad masters
Flaying a bird is not the gate to grip it
Fools shou'dna ha'e chapping sticks
Fools make feasts and wise men eat them, The wise make jests and fools repeat them.
For fashion's sake, as dogs gang to the market
Forbid a fool a thing and that he will do
Foul water slackens fire
Friendship canna stand aye on ae side
Fresh fish and poor friends grow soon ill far'd
Frost and fa'sehood ha'e baith a dirty wa' gang

Gentle paddocks ha'e lang taes
Giff gaff makes gude friends
Give a dog an ill name and he'll soon be hanged
Give a man luck and fling him in the sea
Give o'er when the play's good
Gie them tow enough and they'll hang themsels
Give you an inch and you'll tak an ell
Glasses and lasses are bruckle ware
Good ale needs nae wisp
Good bairns get broken brows
Good watch prevents harm
Good ware makes a quick market
Gowd may be dear coft
Greast barkers are nae hiters
Gut nae fish till ye get them

Hae gars a deaf man hear
Hair and hair makes the carles beard bear
Hame is hame though it were never sae hamely
Hand in use is father of lair
Hang hunger and drown drouth
Had a halfpenny is gear enough
Have ye gear have ye nane, tint heartland a' a game
He brings a staff to break his sin head
He comes after with the rake then the shool
He comes early that complains of his kail
He carsna whase bairns greet if his laugh
He can say Jo and think it no
He can hide his meat and seek mair
He can see an inch before his nose
He doesna ay ride when he saddles his horse
He fells twa dog wi' ae stane
He gat his kail in a riven dish
He has gotten the boot and the better beast
He had meikle prayer but little devotion
He has come to good by misguiding
He has an ee in his neck
He has gotten a bite of his ain bridle
He has the best end of the string
He hasn't of kind he coft it not
He has feather'd his nest, he may flee when he likes
He has coupled the mickle dish into the little
He has gotten the whip hand of him
He has licked the butter aff my bread
He has a crap for a' corn
He kens na a B by a bull's fit
He kens whilk wide his cake is buttered on
He'll not let grass grow at his heels
He'll tell't to nae mair than he meets
He'll make an ill rinner that canna gang
He'll wag as the bush wags
He may weel soom that has his head hadden up
He maun be soon up that cheats the tod
He made a moon-light flitting
He may find fault that canna mend
He may laugh that wis a'
He rides sicker that never fa's
He's a fool that forgets himself
He's gane to the dog-drave
He's born deaf on that side of the head
He's auld and cauls, and ill to lie beside
He's wise that's timely wary
He's as welcome as water in a riven ship
He's an Aberdeen man tak his word again
He's not sae daft as he let's on
He's a proud fox that winna scrape his ain hole
He's a hawk of a right nest
He's a silly chief that can neither do nor say
He's the gear that winna traik
He's weel wordy sorrow that buys it
He's like the sing'd cat, better then he's likely
He sleeps as dogs do when wives sift meal
he that blaws best let him bear the horn
He that clatters to himsel talks to a fool
He that canna mak sport should mar nane
He that does you an ill turn ill ne'er forgive you
He that deals in dirt has aye foul finger
he that gets forgets, but he that wants thinks ot'
He that has a good crop may thole some thistles
He that has meikle nose thinks ilk ane speaks o't
He that's ill to himsel will be gude to naebody
He that lends his pot may seeth his kail in his loof
He that laughs at his ain sport spills the sport o't
He that lippens to bodd ploughs his land lies lec
He that lives upon hope has a slim diet
He that looks freers, freets follow him
He that shaws his purse bribes the thief
He that sleeps with dogs maun rise with flaes
He that seeks mots gets mots
He that speers ill opinion comes ill speed
He that teaches himself has a fool for a master
He that winna when he shan shanna when he wad
He that wad eat the kirnal maun crack the nut
He that winna throle mauin flit mony a hole
He was the bee that made the honey
He wad gang a mile to flit a sow
He winna send you awa wi' a sair heart
He wat's nae whilk end o' him's uppoermost
He woes for cake and pudding
Hens are aye free of horses corn
His auld brass will buy a new pan
His heart's in his hose
His room's better that his company
His tongue's nae slander
His tongue's no in his pouch
Hunger is good kitchen
Hunger dogs are blythe of bursten puddings
Hungry stewards wear mony shoon

I bake nae bread by your shins
I can scarce believe you, you speak sae fair
I canna afford you baith tale and lugs
I have gi'en a stick to break my ain head
I have another tow on my rock
I have mair ado than a dish to wash
I have ta'en the sheaf frae the mare
I have baith my meat and my mens
I have seen mair than I have eaten
I ken by my cog wha milks my cow
I'll gie ye a meeting as Mungo gae his mither
I'll gar his ain garters tye up his ain hose
I'll gar him draw his belt to his ribs
I'll never disrty the bonnet I'll gaun to put on
I'll never lout sae laigh and lift sae little
I like not to make a toil of pleasure
I'm o'er auld a cat to draw a strae before
I'm no every man's dog that whistles on me
I'm no obliged to summer and winter you
I might bring a better speaker frae hame than you
I may come to break an egg in your pouch
I never liked a dry bargain
I never lo'ed meat that craw'd in my cragie
I think mair of your kindness than its worth
I wadna fother ye for your muck
I wadna ca' the king my cousin
I wad rather see't than hear tell o't
I winna make fish o' ane and flesh o' anither
I wish ye readier meat than a running hare
I wish ye as muckle good o't as dogs get o' grass
If any speir at ye, ye may say ye dinna ken
If e'er I find his cart tumbling I'se gie a putt
If I canna keep geese I'll keep gaislins
If I canna do't by might I'll do't by flight
If I live anither year I'll ca' this fernyear
If it can be nae better, it is well it is nae waur
If it serves me to wear it may gain you to look
If it winna sell it winna sour
If ye brew well ye'll drink the better
If ye do wrang make amends
If ye serve the tod, ye maun bear up his tale
Ill bairns are best heard at hame
Ill beef ne'er made good broo
Ill comes upon the waur's back
Ill counsel will gar a man stick his mare
Ill doers are aye ill dreaded
Ill getting het water frae 'neath cauld ice
Ill hearing make wrang rehersing
Ill laying up makes mony thieves
Ill news are aft o'er true
Ill prayers are aye good cravers
Ill workers are aye good to-putters
Ill-will never speaks well
It gangs in the ae lug and out at the ither
It is a good game that fils the wame
It is a good tongue that says nae ill
It is an ill wind that blaws naebody gude
It is an ill cause that the lawyers think shame o'
It is a mean mouse that has but ae hole
It is a nasty bird that files its ain nest
It is a poor kin that has neither whore nor thief
It is a sign of a hale heart that rifts at the rumple
It is a sair field where a's slain
It is a silly flock where the ewe bears the bell
It is a silly hen tht canna scrape for ae bird
It is a tight tree that has neither knap nor gaw
It is a' taint that s done to auld folks and bairns
It is but kindly that the pock sa'ir of the herring
It is better to sup with a cutty than want a spoon
It is by the head that the cow gies milk
It is good maut that comes a will
It is good gear that pleases the merchant
It is good baking besides the merchant
It is good sleeping in a hale skin
It is good to be out of harm's gate
It is hard to sit in Rome and strive with the Pope
It is hard to please a' parties
It is hard baith to have and want
It is ill getting breeks aff a bare arse
It is ill bringing butt what's no ben
It is ill shooting at corbies and clergy
It is kittle to wauken sleeping dogs
It is needless to pour water on a drown'd mouse
It is not tint that a friend gets
It is not what is sho' but what has she
It is past jouking when the head's aff
It is weel that our fauts are no written on our face
It is the best spake in your wheel
It keeps his nose at the grindstane
It will be a feather out of your wing
It is never for naething that the glade whistles

Joke at leisure, ye kenna wha may jybe yoursel
Jouk and let the jaw gae o'er

Keep something for a sair foot
Keep your tongue within your teeth
Keep the feast to the feast day
Keep the staff in your ain hand
Keep your breath to cool your crowdie
Kend folk's nae company
Kings and bears oft worry their keepers
Kiss a slate stane and that winna slaver you
Kyth in your ain colours that fouk may ken you

Laith to bed and laith to rise
Lang fasting hans nae meat
Lang look'd for come at last
Lang straes are nae mots
Lang ere you saddle a foal
Law's costly, tak a pint and gree
Law makers shouldna be law breakers
Laugh at leisure, you may greet ere night
Leave welcome behind you
Leave aff as lang's the play's gude
Learn you to an ill use an ye'll ca'd custom
Letna the plough stand to slay a mouse
Let bell'd wethers break the snaw
Let him tak a spring on his ain fiddle
Let him cool in the skin he het in
Let his ain wand ding him
Let never sorrow come sae near your heart
Let the horns gang wi the hide
Let the morn come nd the meat wi't
Let the kirk stand in the kirk yard
Let them laugh that win
Let them care that come behind
Lie for him and he'll swear for you
Light burdens break nae banes
Like Scotch men aye wise behind the hand
Like the cur in the curd, he'll neither do not let do
Like's an ill mark
Like a sow playing on a trump
Lippen to me but look to yoursel
Little kend the less car'd fop
Little odds between a feas and a fu' wame
Loud at the loan was ne'er a good milk cow
Love's as warm amang cottar's as courtiers
Love your friend and look to yoursel

Maidens' bairns are eye weel bred
Mair by luck than gude guiding
Mair hamely than welcome
Make ae lang stap and down ye gae
make a kirk or a mill o't
Make the best of an ill bargain
Make your hay when the sun shines
Malike is aye mindfu'
May bees flee not at this time o'd the year
Meat and mass hinders nae man
Men are not to be met by inches
Mickle wad aye has mair
Meickle mouth'd fouk have aye hap to their meat
Money makes a man free ilka where
Money hands make light wark
Many master quoth the puddock to the harrow
Mony hounds may soon worry ae hare
Mony excuses that pishes the bed
Mony a ane serves a thankless master
Mony wyte their wife for their ain thirftless life
Mony dogs die or you fa' heir
Mony a anes gear has hastened his hinder end
Mony aunts, mony eems, mony kin and few friends
Mony gude nights laith away
Mony ways to kill a dog though ye dinna hang him
Mony cooks ne'er made a gude kail
Mony a ane speirs the gate they ken fu weel
Must is a king's word
My tongue is no beneath my belt
My son's my son aye till he get a wife, my daughter's my daughter a' the days o' her life
My market's made ye may lick a whip shaft

Nae fool to an auld fool
Nae friend to a friend in need
Nae great loss but there's some sma advantage
Nae man has a track of his life
Nae man can thrive unless his wife let him
Nae penny nae paternoster
Ne sooner up than her head's in the ambry
Nae sae wading in unco waters
Naething is balder than a blind mare
Naeithin to be done in haste but gripping of flaes
Naeithin to do but draw in your stool and sit down
Nane but fools and knaves lay wagers
Nane sae weel but hopes to be better
Nane can play the fool sae weel as a wise man
Narrow gathered widely spent
Neck or naeithing, the king loes nae cripples
Necessity has nae law
Neither fish nor flesh nor gude red herring
New lords have new laws
Never do ill that gude may come
Never put a sword into a madman's hand
Never quat certainty for hope
Never scaud your lips in ither folk's kail
Never seek a wife till ye ken what to do with her
Never shaw the meat but the man
Never shaw your teeth unless you can bite
Never tell your fae when your foot sleeps
Nineteen nay-says of a maiden are half a grant
Now's now, and yule's in the winter

O'er meikle of ae thing is good for naething
O're meikle loose leather about your chafts
O'er sicker o'er loose
Of a' sorrow a fou sorrow's best
Of twa ills choose the least
Open confession is gude for the soul
Out of debt out of danger
Oppression will make a wise man mad

Pay him in his ain coin
Pith's good while it is play
Play's gude while it's play
Penny wise and pound fool
Poor folk's friends soon misken
Possession is eleven point of the law
Pride and grace dwell never in ae place
Put the saddle on the right horse
Put on your spurs and be at your speed

Quality without quantity is little thought of
Quey calves are dear veal
Quick, for you'll ne'er be cleanly
Quick at meat quick at wark
Quick returns make rich merchants

Rather spill your joke than tine your friend
Raw dawds make fat lads
Raw leather raxes
Rich fowk have rowth o' friends
Ride fair and jape name
Right mixture makes good mortar
Right wrangs nae man
Rome was not bigged in ae day
Roose the fair day at e'en
Rob Peter to pay Paul
Rot him awa wi' butter and eggs
Royet lads may make sober men
Rue and time grows baith in ae garden
Rule youth weel for eild will rule itsel

Sair cravers are aye ill payers
Say weel and do weel and with ae letter
Sae weel's good, but do weel's better
Say still no and you'll never be married
Scant of cheeks makes a lang nose
Scart the cog wad sup mair
Scorn comes commonly with skaith
Seeing's believing a' the world o'er
Send ye to the sen ye'll no get saut water
Serve yoursel till your bairns come to age
Set that down on the backside of your count-book
Set a knave to catch a knave
Set a stout heart to a stay bray
Sharp stomachs make short graces
She is a wise wife that wat her ain weird
She looks as if butter wadna melt in her mou'
She hauds up her head like a hen drinking water
She's no to be made a sang o'
She's better than she's bonny
Sic as ye gie sic will ye get
Silence grips the mouse
Sic reek as is therein comes out o' the lum
Slaw at meat slaw at wark
Smooth waters rin deep
Sma' fish better than nae fish
Sorrow is soon enough when it comes
Some hae a hantle o' fauts, ye're only a ne'er-do-weel
Speak good of pipers, your father was a fiddler
Spilt ale is waur than water
Stuffings haud out storm
Stown dints are sweeter
Sudden friendship, sure repentance
Supped out wort was ne'er good ale
Surfeits slay mair than swords
Swear by your brunt shins
Sweer to bed and sweet up in the morning

Take it a' to pay the merchant
Take the bite and the buffet wi't
Take a pint and 'gree the law's costly
Take your ain will, & then ye'll no die o' the pet
Take your venture as mony a good ship has done
Take a man by his word and a cow by the horn
Take a hair of the dog that bites you
Take me not up before I fa'
Tell nae tails out o' the school
That's a tail of twa drinks
That's but ae docters opinion
That's for the father but no for the son
That's for that, as butter's for fish
That's my tale, where's yours
That's the piece a step-bairn never got
The auld iver may die waiting for knew grass
The back and the belly hauds every ane busy
The better day the better deed
The book of May-Bees is very braid
The bains of a great estate are worth the piking
The cure may be worse than the disease
The cow that's first up gets the first of the dew
The first luf of a fat haggis is aye the baldest
The feathers bear away the flesh
The grey mare may be the best horse
The greatest clerks are not the wisest men
The happy man canna be herried
The higher up the greater fa'
The kings errand may come in the cadger's gate
The lazy man's the beggar's brother
The lucky pennyworth sells soonest
The langest day will have an end
The laird may be laird and need his hind's help
The mair the merrier, the fewer the better cheer
The mair cost the mair honour
The maut is aboon the meal wi' him
The mair noble the mair humble
The master's eye makes the horse fat
The mair mischief the better sport
The pains o'ergans the profit
The poor man's aye put to the warst
The poor man pays for a'
The poor man's shilling is but a penny
The stranger horse loups the dyke
The scholar may waur the master
The still sow eats up a' the draff
The smith has aye a spurk in his hawso
The simple man's the beggar's brother
The thiefer like the better sodger
The thing that's done is no to do
The thing theat's fristed is no forgeim
The tod keeps aye his ain hole clean
The tod's whelps are ill to tame
The warst warld that ever was some man wan
The worth of a thing is best kend by the want o't
The world is bound to nae man
The unsonsy fish gets aye unlucky bait
There is mony a true tale tauld is jest
There is a measure in a things
There is nane sae blind as them that winna see
There is naething ill said that's no ill tane
There was never a fair word in flyting
There was never a cake but had its make
There was never enough where naething was left
There is skill in gruel making
There is a time to glee and a time to look even
There is a great difference amang market days
There is an end of an auld sang
There is aye life for a living man
There are mae ways to the wood than ane
There are mae married than good-hadders
There never came ill of good advisement
There grows nae grass at the cross
There is life in a mussel as lang as she cheeps
There is little for the rake after the shool
There is little to sew when the tailor is true
They are aye good that are far awa
They are not a' saints that get holy water
They loo me for little than hate me for nought
They mens little the mouth that bite aff the nose
They that give you hinder you to buy
They that drink langest live langest
They that lie down for love shou'd rise for hunger
They wist as weel that dinna speir
They that board wi' cats maun count upo' scrats
Thistles are a sallad for asses
Thole weel is gude for burning
Till ither tinklers ill may you 'gree
Time tint is ne'er to be found
Three can keep a secret if twa be awa
Time and thnking tame the strongest grief
Time and tide will tarry on nae man
Tine heart and a's gane
Tine thumble tine thrift
Touch a gaw'd horse on the back and he'll fling
True blue will never stain
Truth and honesty keep the crown of the causey
Try your friend or ye need him
Twa hungry meals make the third a glutton
Twa fools in ae house are a couple o're mony
Twa words maun gae to that bargain
Twa wits are better than ane

Use makes perfectness

Want of wit is waur than want of wealth
Weans maun creep or they gang
Welcome is the best dish in the kitchen
Well, quoth Willie, when his wife dang him
Well is that well does
Were it no for hope the heart would break
We can poind for debt but no for unkindness
We can shape their wylie coat but no their weird
We'll nae'er big sandy bourocks together
We'll bark oursels ere we buy dogs sae dear
We canna baith sup and blaw
We maun live by the living and no by the dead
We are bound to be honest but no to be rich
Who invited you to the roast?
Wha can haud that will awa
Wha dare bell the cat
Wha can help misluck?
Wha comes aftener and brings less?
What we first lear we best ken
What tye win at that ye may lick aff a het girdle
What carlains hain cats eat
What winna do by might do by sleight
What's my case the day may be yours the morn
What's waur than ill luck?
What need a rich man be a thief
What canna be cured maun be indured
When ae door steeks anither ane opens
When a' men speak nae man hears
When drink's in wit's out
When friends meet hearts warm
When my head's down my house in theeked
When the cow's in the clout she's soon out
When the tod preaches tak tent of the lambs
When the wame's fu' the bones would be at rest
When a' frets fail fire's good for fearey
When a ewe's drown'd she's dead
When you are serv'd a' the geese are water'd
When wine sinks words swim
When ye're gaun and coming the gate's no toom
When he dies for age ye may quack for fear
When ye are weel haud yoursel sae
When the well's fu it will rin o'er
When the steed's stown lock the stable door
Where the buck's bound there be maun bleet
Where the pig's broken let the sherds lie
Where the drums beat laws are dumb
Wee things flee cowards
Wilfu' waste make waefu' want
Wiles help weak fowk
Will a wit strive with me?
Winter thunder bodes summer hunger
Wink at wee fauts, your ain are muckle
Wise men may be wiled with wiles
Wit brought makes fowk wise
Wit brought is worth two for nought
Work for nought makes fowk dread sweer
Woo-sellers ken aye woo-byers
Wrang has hae warrant
Wrang count is nae payment

Ye breed of the cow's tail, ye grow downwards
Ye breed of the chapman; ye're aye to hansel
Ye breed of few of trhe laird's tenants, o'er het
Ye breed of good maut, ye're lang o' comming
Ye crack crousely wi' your bonnet on
Ye cut before the point
Ye cam' a day after the fair
Ye cut lang whangs out o' ither fouk's leather
Ye canna make a silk purse of a sow's lug
Ye canna see the wood for the trees
Ye came a clipping time
Ye canna preach out o' your ain pupit
Ye come to the gait's house to steal woo
Ye canna do but ye o'er-do
Ye drive the pleugh before the owsen
Ye dinna ken where the blessing may light
Ye draw nae sae weel when my mare was in the mire
Ye fand it where the highlandman fand the tangs
Ye glowr'd at the moon and fell in the middin
Ye glowr like a wild cat out of a whin bush
Ye gae far about seeking the nearest
Ye have run lang on little ground
Ye have a ready mouth for a ripe cheery
Ye have o'er foul feet to come sae far ben
Ye have gotten a lavel'd hesp o't
Ye have a crap for a' corn
Ye have ta'en the measure of his foot
Ye have o'er muckle loose leather about your chafts
Ye have tint your ian stomach and found a tike's
Ye have fasted lang and worried on a midge
Ye have nothing ado but suck and wag your tail
Ye have tint the tongue of the trump
Te have staid lang and brought little wi' you
Ye have tane't upon you as the wife did the dancing
Ye have the wrang sow by the lug
Ye ken what drinkers dree
Ye live at the lug of the law
Ye'll neither dance nor haud the candle
Ye'll get nae mair o' the cat but the skin
Ye'll no sell your hen on a rainy day
Ye'll no cast saut on his tail
Ye'll no harry yoursel with your ain hand
Ye look liker a thief than a bishop
Ye'll let little gae by ye unless it be the swallow
Ye may gang farther and fare waur
Ye may get waur bodies or Beitan
Ye may be heard where ye're no seen
Ye may dight your neb and fly up
Ye mete my pease by your ain peck
Ye'll drink before me
Ye'll find him where ye left him
Ye may tak the head for the washing
Ye'll get the cat wi' the twa tails
Ye'll beguile name but them that lippens to you
Ye'll mend when ye grow better
Ye'll never be sae auld wi' sae muckle honest
Ye never saw green cheese but your een reel'd
Ye're as daft as ye're days auld
Ye're a good seekor but an ill finder
Ye're nae chicken for a' your cheeping
Ye're like Mackay's mare, ye break fairly off
Ye're gude enough but ye're no braw enough
Ye're no sae poor as ye peep
Ye're of sae mony minds ye'll never be married
Ye're never pleased fu' nor fasting
Ye're unco gude and ye'll grow fair
Ye're sair fash'd hauding naething together
Ye're no fed on deaf nuts
Ye're budy seeking the thing that's no tint
Ye're like the hen's ye rin, aye to the heap
Ye're fear'd for the day ye never saw
Ye're best when ye're sleeping
Ye're a sweet nut if ye were weel cracked
Ye're no light where ye lean a'
Yere come aff the house o' Harletilhim
Ye soon weary o' weel doing
Ye's get your brose out o' the lee side o' the pat
Ye shape shoon by your ain shackled feet
Your tongue's nae slander
Your tongue rins aye before your wit
Ye watna whare a blessing may light
Ye was never born at that time o' the year
Young folk may die but auld folk maun die
Young ducks may be auld geese
Your meal's a' deagh
Your head will never fit your father's bonnet
Your thrift's as guid's the profit of a yell hen
Your wame thinks your wizen's cutted
Your purse was steeked when that was paid for
Your gear will never o'ergang ye
Your minnyt's milk's no out o' your nose yet