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Ye're never pleas'd fou nor fasting.
Ye're unco good and ye'll grow fair.
Ye‘re fair fash'd hadding naithing together.
Ye‘re no fed with deaf nuts.
845Ye're busy seeking the thing that‘s no tint.
Ye‘re like the hens ye rin ay 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 you were well cracked.
850Ye‘re no light where ye lean a’.
Ye're Davy do a'thing, and good at naething.
Ye're come aff the house of Harletil'lim.
Ye're het yet and your belt's hale.
Ye soon weary of well-doing.
855Ye'se get your brose out of the lee side of the pot.
Ye're ay right till anither tell his tale.
Ye're no sure of that yet.
Ye're ay wife behind time.
Ye sick but no fair handled.
860Ye shape shoon by your ain shackled feet.
Your tongue's nae slander.
Your tongue runs ay before your wit.
Ye wad make mickle of me if I were yours;
Ye was never born at that time of the year.
865Young fowk may die, but auld fowk maun die.
Young ducks may be auld geese.
Your meal's a' deagh.
Your geese are a’ swans.
Your head will never fill your father's bonnet.
870Your thrift's as good as the profit of a yield hen.
Your wame thinks your wyson's cutted.
Your purse was steeked when that was paid for.
Your gear will ne'er o'er gang you.
Your mammie's milk is no out of your nose yet.
875Your teeth's langer than your beard.
You may bark, but you darena bite.
You'll drink before me, I was gaun to say that.
FINS.
