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Ye're never pleased fou nor fasting.
Ye're unco good and ye'll grow fair.
Ye're sair fashed hadding naething together.
Ye're no fed with deaf nuts.
845 Ye're busy seeking the thing that's no tint.
Ye're like the hens ye rin ay to the heap.
Ye're feared for the day ye never saw.
Ye're best when ye're sleeping.
Ye're a sweet nut if you were well cracked.
850 Ye're no light where ye lean at.
Ye're Davy do a' thing and good at naething.
Ye're come aff the house of Harletil'im
Ye're het yet and your belt's hale.
Ye soon weary of well-doing.
855 Ye'se get your brose out of the lee side of the pot.
Ye're ay right till mother tell his tale.
Ye're no sure of that yet.
Ye're aу wise behind time.
Ye're sick but no sair handled.
860 Ye shape shoon by your ain shackled feet.
Your tongue's nae slander
Your tongue runs ay before your wit.
Ye wad make mickie of me if I were yours.
Ye was never born at that time of the year.
865 Young 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 rever fill your father's bonnet.
870 You thrift's as good as the profit of a yeld hen.
Your wame thinks your wyson's curted.
Your purse was steeked when it was paid for.
Your gear will ne'er o'er, gang you.
Your minnie's milk's no out of your nose yet.
895 Your teeth's langer than your beard.
You may bark, but you darna bite.
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