{"collection":"myth-cosmogony","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_75667/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_75667","id":"gutenberg_75667","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/75667","summary":null,"tags":["Category: Mythology, Legends & Folklore","Proverbs, Scottish"],"text":"SCOTS PROVERBS,\n\n                           ANCIENT AND MODERN,\n\n                              SELECTED FROM\n\n                         ALLAN RAMSAY AND OTHERS.\n\n          \u201cAn ounce o\u2019 mither-wit, is worth a pound o\u2019 clergy.\u201d\n\n                                _BRECHIN_:\n                 PRINTED FOR ALEXANDER BLACK, BOOKSELLER.\n                                  1834.\n\n\n\n\nSCOTS PROVERBS.\n\n\nA\n\n  A bairn may hae ower muckle o\u2019 his mither\u2019s benison.\n  A bare moor maks a lean hirsel.\n  A\u2019 burdens are light except to the bearer.\n  A blate maiden may mak a bardy gudewife.\n  A blate suitor should hae a gude cause.\n  A\u2019 blews are no true blews.\n  A borrowing man is a sorrowing man.\n  A begun turn is hauf ended.\n  A blate cat maks a proud mouse.\n  A blythe heart maks a blooming look.\n  A bit but, and a bit ben, maks a mim-mou\u2019d maiden at the board en\u2019.\n  A bonny bride is soon busket, and a short horse is soon whisket.\n  A borrowed len\u2019 shou\u2019d gae laughing hame.\n  Abundance of law breaks nae law.\n  A careless maister maks a lazy man.\n  A club fit will no mak a gude shinty.\n  A close mouth catches nae flees.\n  A cock\u2019s ay crouse on his ain midden-head.\n  A cramm\u2019d kyte maks a crazy carcase.\n  A daft nurse maks a wise wean.\n  A denk maiden maks a dirty wife.\n  A drink is shorter than a tale.\n  A dry summer ne\u2019er made a dear peck.\n  A dumb man wins nae law.\n  Ae bird in the hand is worth ten fleein\u2019 by.\n  A fool may win money, but it taks a wise man to keep it.\n  A greedy e\u2019e ne\u2019er had a leel heart.\n  Ae gade turn deserves anither.\n  Ae hour\u2019s cauld will suck out seven yeer\u2019s heat.\n  Ae man may lead a horse to the water, but twenty winna gar him drink.\n  Ae man\u2019s meat is anither man\u2019s poison.\n  Ae swallow maks na simmer.\n  Ae scabbed sheep will smit the hale hirtel.\n  Ae hour in the morning is worth twa in the afternoon.\n  A fidging mare shou\u2019d be weel girded.\n  A fleer wad aye hae a follower.\n  A fool and his money is soon parted.\n  A fool may gi\u2019e a wise man a counsel.\n  A friend in court is worth a penny in purse.\n  A friend in need\u2019s a friend indeed.\n  Aft counting keeps friends lang thegither.\n  After meat mustard.\n  After a storm comes a ca\u2019m.\n  A fou man and a hungry horse ay mak haste hame.\n  A fou purse never lacks friends.\n  A rough bane maks a fou wame.\n  A fou wame maks a stiff back.\n  A black hen lays a white egg.\n  A gaun foot\u2019s ay getting.\n  A gentle horse shou\u2019d be sindle spurr\u2019d.\n  A gi\u2019en horse shou\u2019d na be look\u2019d i\u2019 the mouth.\n  A gi\u2019en game was ne\u2019er won.\n  A gude beginning maks a gude ending.\n  A gude cow may hae an ill cauf.\n  A gude tongue\u2019s a safe weapon.\n  A gude ingle maks a roomy fire-side.\n  A gude word is as soon said as an ill.\n  A gude tale is no the waur to be twice tauld.\n  A gude name is sooner tint than won.\n  A green turf\u2019s a gude gudemither.\n  A green Yule maks a fat kirk-yard.\n  A great cry and little woo, quoth the deil, when he clippet the sow.\n  A greedy e\u2019e never gat a gude penny worth.\n  A hantle cry murder, and are ay uppermost.\n  A houndless hunter, and a gunless gunner, see ay routh o\u2019 game.\n  A hungry man\u2019s ay angry.\n  Ale sellers shou\u2019d na be tale-tellers.\n  A liar shou\u2019d hae a gude memory.\n  Alike ilka day maks a clout on Sunday.\n  A light purse maks a heavy heart.\n  A\u2019s no gowd that glitters.\n  A\u2019 the truth shou\u2019d na be tauld.\n  A\u2019 the corn\u2019s no shorn by kempers.\n  A\u2019 the winning\u2019s in the first buying.\n  A\u2019 that\u2019s said in the kitchen shou\u2019d na be tauld in the ha\u2019.\n  A\u2019 cats are grey i\u2019 the dark.\n  A\u2019s no tint that\u2019s in hazard.\n  A\u2019s fish that comes i\u2019 the net.\n  A\u2019 Stewarts are no sib to the king.\n  A\u2019 the speed\u2019s i\u2019 the spurs.\n  A\u2019s weel that ends weel.\n  A\u2019 things are gude untried.\n  A red nose maks a raggit back.\n  A kiss and a drink o\u2019 water maks a wersh breakfast.\n  A man\u2019s ay crouse on his ain cause.\n  A man may spit in his loof and do little.\n  A man canna bear a\u2019 his kin on his back.\n  A man at five may be a fool at fifteen.\n  A man is weel or wae, as he thinks himsel sae.\n  A mouthfu\u2019 o\u2019 meat may be a townfu\u2019 o\u2019 shame.\n  A muffled cat was ne\u2019er a gude hunter.\n  An auld mason maks a gude barrowman.\n  An ill shearer never gat a gude heuk.\n  An ill-willy cow shou\u2019d hae short horns.\n  An ill servant ne\u2019er prov\u2019d a gude master.\n  An ounce of mither-wit is worth a pound o\u2019 clergy.\n  Ane may lo\u2019e the kirk weel aneugh, yet no be ay riding on the rigging\n    o\u2019t.\n  A Scots mist will weet an Englishman to the skin.\n  As fu\u2019 o\u2019 mischief as an egg\u2019s fu\u2019 o\u2019 meat.\n  As gude may haud the stirrip as he that loups on.\n  As lang runs the fox as he has feet.\n  As lang lives the merry man as the sad.\n  As lang as ye serve the tod ye maun bear up his tail.\n  As the sow fills the draff sours.\n  As the auld cock craws, the young cock learns.\n  As the fool thinks, the bell clinks.\n  As the market gangs the wares maun sell.\n  As weel be hang\u2019d for a wedder as a lamb.\n  As ye lo\u2019e me look in my dish.\n  As ye do yoursel you judge your neibours.\n  As ye mak your bed, sae ye maun lie down.\n  A safe conscience maks a sound sleep.\n  A sillerless man gangs fast through the market.\n  A sinking master maks aft a rising man.\n  A slothfu\u2019 hand maks a slim fortune.\n  As ye brew weel ye\u2019ll drink the better.\n  A spur in the head is worth twa in the heel.\n  A sturdy beggar shou\u2019d hae a stout naysayer.\n  A tale-teller is waur than a thief.\n  A taking hand will never want.\n  A tale never tines in the telling.\n  A wight man never wanted a weapon.\n  A thread will tye an honest man better than a rape a knave.\n  A tocherless dame sits lang at hame.\n  A twapenny cat may look at a king.\n  A wee bush is better than nae bield.\n  A wee thing fleys cowards.\n  Auld men are twice bairns.\n  Auld sparrows are ill to tame.\n  Auld springs gi\u2019e nae price.\n  A yeld sow was never gude to grices.\n\n\nB\n\n  Bare gentry, bragging beggars.\u2014Bastard brood are ay proud.\n  Be lang sick that ye may be soon hale.\n  Beggars shou\u2019d na be choosers.\n  Beg frae beggars you\u2019ll never be rich.\n  Better a bit i\u2019 the morning than fast a\u2019 day.\n  Better a clout than a hole out.\n  Better a dog fawn on you than bark at you.\n  Better a finger aff than ay wagging.\n  Better a mouse in the pat than nae flesh.\n  Better a tocher in her than wi\u2019 her.\n  Better a toom house than an ill tenant.\n  Better a wee ingle to warm you, than a muckle fire to burn you.\n  Better auld debts than auld sairs.\n  Better sma\u2019 fish than nae fish.\n  Better be alane than in ill company.\n  Better be blythe wi\u2019 little than sad wi\u2019 naethin\u2019.\n  Better be envied than pitied.\u2014Better be idle than ill employed.\n  Better be out o\u2019 the warld than out o\u2019 the fashion.\n  Better be kind than cumbersome.\n  Better buy than berrow.\u2014Better day the better deed.\n  Better eat grey bread in youth than in eild.\n  Better flatter a fool than fight wi\u2019 him.\n  Better find iron than tine siller.\u2014Better gi\u2019e the slight than tak it.\n  Better haud by a hair than draw wi\u2019 a tether.\n  Better ha\u2019f egg than toom doup.\n  Better hain at the brim than at the bottom.\n  Better hand loose than in an ill tethering.\n  Better kiss a knave than cast out wi\u2019 him.\n  Better keep the deil without the door than drive him out o\u2019 the house.\n  Better keep weel than mak weel.\n  Better late thrive than ne\u2019er do weel.\n  Better live in hope than in despair.\n  Better my bairns seek frae me than I beg frae them.\n  Better my friend think me fremit than fashious.\n  Better ne\u2019er begun than ne\u2019er ended.\n  Better rue sit than rue flit.\u2014Blude\u2019s thicker than water.\n  Better the end of a feast than the beginning of a fray.\n  Better to haud than to draw.\u2014Better twa skaiths than ae sorrow.\n  Better wait on the cook than the doctor.\n  Better wear shoon than sheets.\u2014Black will tak nae ither hue.\n  Between the deil and the deep sea.\u2014Burnt bairns the fire dreads.\n  Bid a man to the roast and stick him wi\u2019 the spit.\n  Bigging and bairns marrying are great wasters.\n  Birds of a feather flock thegither.\n  Birth\u2019s gude but breeding\u2019s better.\n  Biting and scarting is Scotch fouk\u2019s wooing.\n  Blind men shou\u2019d na be judges o\u2019 colours.\n  Boden gear stinks.\u2014Bourd na wi\u2019 Bawty lest he bite ye.\n  Broken bread makes hale bairns.\n  Butter and burn trouts are kittle meat for maidens.\n  Buy a thief frae the gallows and he\u2019ll cut your throat.\n\n\nC\n\n  Cadgers are ay fond o\u2019 creels.\n  Cast a cat o\u2019er the house rigging \u2019twill fa\u2019 on its feet.\n  Cast a bane in the deil\u2019s teeth.\n  Cats an carlins sit in the sun.\n  Cauld cools the love that kindles ower het.\n  Changes are lightsome.\n  Charity begins at hame.\n  Come unca\u2019d sits unserv\u2019d.\n  Comes to my hand like the boul of a pint stoup.\n  Come wi\u2019 the wind and gae wi\u2019 the water.\n  Confess\u2019d faut is hauf amends.\n  Confess debt and crave days.\n  Confess and be hang\u2019d.\n  Corn him weel, he\u2019ll work the better.\n  Count again is not forbidden.\n  Count siller after a\u2019 your kin.\n  Count like Jews and \u2019gree like brethren.\n  Credit is better than ill won gear.\n  Credit keeps the crown o\u2019 our causeway.\n  Crocked carlin, quoth the cripple to his wife.\n  Cut your coat according to your claith.\n  Corbys will no pick out corby\u2019s een.\n\n\nD\n\n  Daffin and want o\u2019 wit maks auld wives denard.\n  Damming and laving is gude sure fishing.\n  Daughters and dead fish are nae keeping ware.\n  Dawted bairns dow bear little.\n  Day-light will peep through a sma\u2019 hole.\n  Dear bought and far sought is meat for ladies.\n  Death and marriage break term-day.\n  Death defies the doctor.\n  Ding down the nest and the rooks will flee away.\n  Dinna gut your fish till ye get them.\n  Dit your mouth wi\u2019 your meat.\n  Do as the lasses do, say no and tak it.\n  Dinna meddle wi\u2019 the deil and the laird\u2019s bairns.\n  Dogs will redd swine.\n  Dows and dominies leave ay a foul house.\n  Double charges rive cannons.\n  Drink he sought, but draff was his errand.\n  Draff\u2019s gude enough for swine.\n  Drive a cow to the ha\u2019 she\u2019ll rin to the byre.\n  Drink and drouth come na ay thegether.\n  Drink little that ye may drink lang.\n  Drunken at e\u2019en and dry in the morning.\n  Dummie winna lie.\n\n\nE\n\n  Early master soon knave.\u2014Eat your fill but pouch nane.\n  Eat pease wi\u2019 the prince, and cherries wi\u2019 the chapman.\n  Eat in measure and defy the doctor.\n  Eat weel\u2019s drink weel\u2019s brither.\n  Eating and drinking wants but a beginning.\n  Eild and poortith\u2019s sair to thole.\n  Eith learning the cat to the kirn.\n  Eith working when will\u2019s at hame.\n  Either win the horse or tine the saddle.\n  Either the tod or the fearn bush.\n  E\u2019ening red and morning grey, is a taiken of a bonny day.\n  E\u2019ening oats are gude morning fodder.\n  E\u2019en as ye win\u2019t say ye may wear\u2019t.\n  Embro\u2019 justice, the greater the crime the sma\u2019er the fine.\n  Eneugh\u2019s as gude\u2019s a feast.\n  Every ane creeshes the fat sows tail.\n  Every ane loups the dike where it\u2019s laighest.\n  Every craw thinks hir ain bird whitest.\n  Every dog has his day.\n  Every man can guide an ill wife weel but he that has her.\n  Every man bows to the bush he gets bield frae.\n  Every man\u2019s tale\u2019s gude till anither\u2019s be tauld.\n  Every man at forty is a fool or a physician.\n  Every man has his ain draff pock.\n  Every miller wad wyse the water to his ain mill.\n  Every thing has an end, and a pudding has twa.\n  Experience teaches fools.\n\n\nF\n\n  Faint heart never won fair lady.\n  Fair exchange is nae robbery.\u2014Fancy kills and cures.\n  Fann\u2019d fires and forc\u2019d love ne\u2019er did weel.\n  Far away fowls hae fair feathers.\u2014Far frae court far frae care.\n  Far behind that may not follow.\u2014Fast bind, fast find.\n  Fat paunches bode lean pows.\u2014First come first ser\u2019d.\n  Feckless foek are ay fond of ane anither.\n  Fiddler\u2019s wives and gamester\u2019s ale are free to every body.\n  Fiddler\u2019s dogs and flesh-flies come to feasts unca\u2019d.\n  Fight dog, fight bear, wha won deil care.\n  Fine feathers mak fine birds.\u2014Fools\u2019 haste is nae speed.\n  Fire and water are gude servants, but ill masters.\n  Flaes and a girning wife are waukrife bed-fellows.\n  Fleying a bird is no the way to grip it.\n  Flitting of farms mak mailings dear.\u2014Friends \u2019gree best sindry.\n  Fools shou\u2019d nae hae chapping stieks.\n  Fools ravel and wise men redd.\u2014Fumblers are ay fond o\u2019 weans.\n  Fools and bairns shou\u2019d nae see a ha\u2019f done turn.\n  Fools mak feasts, and wise fouk eat them; the wise mak jests, and fools\n    repeat them.\n  For fashion\u2019s sake, as dogs gang to the market.\n  Fore-warn\u2019d, ha\u2019f armed.\u2014Foul water slockens fire.\n  Fresh fish and poor friends grow soon ill-far\u2019d.\n  Friends are like fiddle-strings, they mauna be screw\u2019d owre tight.\n  Frost and fausehood hae baith a dirty waygang.\n\n\nG\n\n  Gaunting bodes wanting.\u2014Gie the deil his due.\n  Giff-Gaff makes gude friends.\u2014Gie you an inch ye\u2019ll tak an ell.\n  Gie a dog an ill name and he\u2019ll soon be hang\u2019d.\n  Gie the deil his due.\u2014Glasses and lasses are bruckle ware.\n  God help great fowk, the poor can beg.\n  God ne\u2019er sent the mouth but he sent meat wi\u2019t.\n  God send you mair wit and mair siller.\n  Great barkers are nae biters.\u2014Greening wives are ay greedy.\n  Gie a beggar a bed and he\u2019ll pay you wi\u2019 lice.\n\n\nH\n\n  Haud a hank in your ain hand.\u2014Hae gars a deaf man hear.\n  Hair and hair makes the earl\u2019s head bare.\u2014Hale-sale\u2019s gude sale.\n  Hame is hame if it were ne\u2019er sae hamely.\n  Hang them that hae nae shift, and them that hae owre mony.\n  Hang a thief when he\u2019s young, and he\u2019ll no steal when he\u2019s auld.\n  Hanging\u2019s nae better than it\u2019s ea\u2019d.\u2014Hardships sinle come single.\n  He begs frae them that borrow\u2019d frae him.\n  He brings a staff to break his ain head.\n  He does na ay ride when he saddles his horse.\n  He fells twa dogs wi\u2019 ae stane.\u2014He had his finger in the pye.\n  He gangs awa to an ill tune that never comes again.\n  He has a bee in his bannet lug.\u2014He\u2019s like a flea in a blanket.\n  He has gotten a bite o\u2019 his ain bridle.\n  He has nae as muckle sense as a cow can haud in her faulded nieve.\n  He has faut of a wife that marries mam\u2019s pet.\n  He has mair wit in his little finger than ye hae in a\u2019 your bouk.\n  He has feather\u2019d his nest, he may flee when he likes.\n  He has need of a lang spoon that sups wi\u2019 the deil.\n  He has a slid grip that has an eel by the tail.\n  He kens na a B by a bull\u2019s foot.\u2014He\u2019s no sae daft as he lets on.\n  He kens his ain groats amang ither fouks kail.\n  He\u2019ll soon be a beggar that cannot say nay.\n  He loo\u2019d mutton weel that licked where the ewe lay.\n  He\u2019ll no sell his hen on a rainy day.\n  He may weel swim that has his head hadden up.\n  He never lies but when the holly\u2019s green.\n  He needs maun rin that the deil drives.\n  He\u2019s wise that kens whan he\u2019s weel, and can haud himsel sae.\n  He\u2019s scant o\u2019 news that tells his father was hanged.\n  He\u2019s an Aberdeen\u2019s man, he taks his word again.\n  He\u2019s a wise bairn that kens his ain father.\n  He\u2019s uneo fou in his ain house that canna pike a bane in his neibour\u2019s.\n  He\u2019s a proud horse that winna bear his ain provender.\n  He\u2019s like a singet cat, better than he\u2019s likely.\n  He\u2019s a worthless gudeman that\u2019s no miss\u2019d.\n  He stumbles at a strae and loups o\u2019er a won-lyne.\n  He speaks like a prent-book.\u2014He that comes unca\u2019d sits unserv\u2019d.\n  He that aught the cow gangs nearest her tail.\n  He that buys land buys stanes, and he that buys beef buys banes.\n  He that buys nuts buys shells, he that buys ale buys naithing else.\n  He that canna mak sport shou\u2019d mar nane.\n  He that deals in dirt has ay foul fingers.\n  He that can near Dumback may bear Dumbarton.\n  He that keeps the cat\u2019s dish keeps her ay crying.\n  He rises owre soon that\u2019s hanged e\u2019er noon.\n  He that gies a\u2019 wad gies naithing.\u2014He that has muckle gets ay mair.\n  He that has muckle wad ay hae mair.\n  He that has a gude cramp may thole some thistles.\n  He that has nae siller in his purse shou\u2019d hae silk on his tongue.\n  He that hides is the best at seeking.\n  He that has a muckle nose thinks ilk ane speaks o\u2019t.\n  He that hews aboon his head may get a speal in his e\u2019e.\n  He that\u2019s ill to himsel will be gude to naebody.\n  He that laughs at his ain joke spills the sport o\u2019t.\n  He that speers a\u2019, only gets wit o\u2019 part.\n  He wad skin a loose for the tallow.\n  He that sleeps wi\u2019 dogs maun rise wi\u2019 flaes.\n  He\u2019s no sae daft as he\u2019s daft like.\u2014His egg has ay twa youks.\n  He that winna when he may, he shanna when he wad.\n  He that woos a widow should woo her day and night.\n  He that wad eat the kirnel maun crack the nut.\n  He that will to Coupar will to Coupar.\n  He wad gang a mile to flit a sow.\u2014He wad rake hell for a bodle.\n  He wats na whilk end o\u2019 him\u2019s uppermost.\n  He wad gar you trow that the moon\u2019s made o\u2019 green cheese.\n  He wad tine his lugs if they werna tacked to him.\n  His bark is war than his bite.\u2014Hooly and fairly gangs far in a day.\n  Hungry dogs are blythe o\u2019 bursten puddings.\n\n\nI\n\n  I canna sell the cow and sup her milk.\u2014I hae ither tow on my rock.\n  I can see as far into a mill-stane as he that pick\u2019d it.\n  I hae a gude bow, but its in the castle.\n  I had rather gae by your door than o\u2019er your grave.\n  I hae got an ill kame for my ain head.\n  I hae mair ado than a dish to wash.\n  I hae baith my meat and my mense.\n  I hae seen mair than I hae eaten, or ye wadna be there.\n  I ken by my cog my cow\u2019s milked.\u2014I ne\u2019er sat on your coat tale.\n  I\u2019ll gar his ain gartens tye up his ain hose.\n  I\u2019ll ne\u2019er lout sae laigh and lift sae little.\n  I\u2019ll ne\u2019er put the rogue aboon the gentleman.\n  I\u2019ll ne\u2019er keep a dog and bark mysel.\n  I\u2019ll tak the best first, as the priest did o\u2019 the plumbs.\n  I\u2019ll ne\u2019er brew drink to treat drunkards.\n  I\u2019m o\u2019er auld a cat to draw a strae before.\n  I\u2019m no sae blind as I\u2019m bleer-ey\u2019d.\n  I\u2019m nae sae scant o\u2019 clean pipes as to blaw wi\u2019 a burnt cutty.\n  I\u2019m speaking o\u2019 hay and you o\u2019 horse corn.\n  I\u2019m neither sma\u2019 drink thirsty, nor grey bread hungry.\n  I ne\u2019er lo\u2019ed meat that craw\u2019d in my crapin.\n  I wad be scant o\u2019 claith to sole my hose wi\u2019 dockens.\n  I wadna fother you for your muck.\n  I wadna ca the king my cousin tho\u2019 he were my uncle\u2019s son.\n  I wadna be deav\u2019d wi\u2019 your keckling for a\u2019 your eggs.\n  I wadna mak fish o\u2019 ane and flesh o\u2019 anither.\n  I wish you readier meat than a rinning hare.\n  If ae sheep loup o\u2019er the dike a\u2019 the lave will follow.\n  _If_ and _and_ spoils mony a gude charter.\n  If a man gangs down the brae ilk ane gies him a jundie.\n  If he bind the pock she\u2019ll sit down upon\u2019t.\n  If he be nae a souter he\u2019s a gude shoe clouter.\n  If I canna keep geese I\u2019ll keep gaislins.\n  If I canna do\u2019t by might I\u2019ll do\u2019t by sleight.\n  If it be a faut it\u2019s nae ferly.\u2014If it winna sell it winna sour.\n  If stakes be gude to gie they\u2019ll be gude to get.\n  If the deil be laird ye\u2019ll be tenant.\u2014If ye lo\u2019e me let it kythe.\n  If the deil find you idle he\u2019ll set you to wark.\n  If wishes were horses beggars wad ride.\n  If ye hae little gear guide it the better.\n  If ye ca\u2019 me scabbed I\u2019ll ca\u2019 you sca\u2019d.\n  If ye be angry, claw your wame, and cool in the skin ye het in.\n  If you sell your purse to your wife, gi\u2019e her your brecks to the bargain.\n  If ye had as little money as ye hae manners, ye wad be the poorest man o\u2019\n    your kin.\n  If ye win at whoring ye\u2019ll tine at naething.\n  If ye serve the tod ye maun bear up his tail.\n  Ill bairns get ay broken brows.\u2014Ill bairns are best heard at hame.\n  Ill beef ne\u2019er made good broe.\u2014Ill doers are ay ill dreaders.\n  Ill counsel will gar a man stick his ain mare.\n  Ill getting het water frae \u2019neath cauld ice.\u2014Ill herds mak fat foxes.\n  Ill hearing maks wrang rehearsing.\u2014Ill news are aft owre true.\n  Ill laying up maks mony thieves.\u2014Ill payers are ay gude cravers.\n  Ill to tak and eith to tire.\u2014Ill weeds wax weel.\n  Ill workers are ay gude to putters.\u2014Ill-will ne\u2019er spak weel.\n  Ill won gear winna enrich the third heir.\u2014Ill won, as ill wair\u2019d.\n  It cam wi\u2019 the wind let it gang wi\u2019 the water.\n  It maun be an auld-farrant mouse that can kittle in a cat\u2019s lug.\n  It\u2019s a bare moor that ye gang thro\u2019 and no get a heather cow.\n  It\u2019s a cauld stammock that naething heats on.\n  It\u2019s a gude goose that draps ay.\u2014It\u2019s a hard task to be poor and leal.\n  It\u2019s a gude poor man\u2019s blade, it will bow or break.\n  It\u2019s a lang lane that hasna a turning.\n  It\u2019s an ill wind that blaws naebody gude.\n  It\u2019s an ill cause that the lawyers think shame o\u2019.\n  It\u2019s time to gie owre piping when youv\u2019e lost the upper lip.\n  It\u2019s an ill pack that\u2019s no worth the custom.\n  It\u2019s a mean mouse that has but ae hole.\u2014It\u2019s no a\u2019 tint that fa\u2019s by.\n  It\u2019s a nasty bird fyles its ain nest.\u2014It\u2019s a sin to lie on the deil.\n  It\u2019s a poor house whare thers\u2019s neither a bairn nor a mouse.\n  It\u2019s a shame to eat the cow and worry on the tail.\n  It\u2019s a sorry hen that canna scrape for ae bird.\n  It\u2019s a sair dung bairn that mayna greet.\u2014It\u2019s gude to be sib to siller.\n  It\u2019s a\u2019 tint that\u2019s done to auld fo\u2019k and bairns.\n  It\u2019s but kindly that the pock sa\u2019r of the herring.\n  It\u2019s better to sup wi\u2019 a cutty than want a spoon.\n  It\u2019s dear coft honey that\u2019s lick\u2019d aff a thorn.\n  It\u2019s eith crying Yule on anither man\u2019s stool.\n  It\u2019s fair in ha\u2019 where beards wag a\u2019.\u2014It\u2019s gude sleeping in a hale skin.\n  It\u2019s gude maut that comes o\u2019 will.\u2014It\u2019s gude to be side but no trailing.\n  It\u2019s gude gear that pleases the merchant.\n  It\u2019s gude to be gude in your time, ye kenna how lang it may last.\n  It\u2019s gude to hae twa strings to your bow.\n  It\u2019s hard to gar an auld mare leave aff flinging.\n  It\u2019s hard to sit in Rome and strive wi the Pope.\n  It\u2019s hard for a greedy e\u2019e to hae a leal heart.\n  It\u2019s ill to be ca\u2019d a thief and no found picking.\n  It\u2019s ill to bring out o\u2019 the flesh what\u2019s bred i\u2019 the bane.\n  It\u2019s ill getting breeks aff a Higlandman.\n  It\u2019s ill taking corn frae geese.\u2014It\u2019s no tint that a friend gets.\n  It\u2019s ill making a silk purse o\u2019 a sows lug, or a touting horn o\u2019 a tods\n    tail.\n  It\u2019s ill bringing butt what\u2019s no there ben.\n  It\u2019s kittle shooting at corbies and clergy.\n  It\u2019s kittle to waken sleeping dogs.\u2014It\u2019s needless to bid a wren rin.\n  It\u2019s lang or the deil be found dead at a dike-side.\n  It\u2019s lang or ye need to cry, shou, to an egg.\n  It\u2019s lang or like-to-die fill the kirk-yard.\n  It\u2019s muckle gars the tailor laugh, for suitors girn ay.\n  It\u2019s needless to pour water on a drown\u2019d mouse.\n  It\u2019s no the cowl that maks the friar.\u2014It maun be true that a\u2019 fo\u2019k says.\n  It\u2019s nae sin to tak a gude price, but in gi\u2019ing ill measure.\n  It\u2019s nae play when ane laughs and anither greets.\n  It\u2019s no what is she? but what was she?\n  It\u2019s nae laughing to girn in a widdy.\u2014It\u2019s weel war\u2019d wasters want.\n  It\u2019s o\u2019er far between the kitchen and the ha\u2019.\n  It\u2019s o\u2019er late to spare when the bottom\u2019s bare.\n  It\u2019s past joking when the head\u2019s aff.\n  It\u2019s weel that our fau\u2019ts are no written on our face.\n  It\u2019s time enough to skreigh when ye\u2019re strucken.\n  It\u2019s time enough to mak my bed when I\u2019m gaun to lie down.\n  It\u2019s lang or four bare legs gather heat in the bed.\n  It may come in an hour that winna come in seven year.\n  It will be a feather out o\u2019 your wing.\n  It sets a sow weel to wear a saddle.\n  It sets you weel to gab again wi\u2019 your bannet on.\n  It was ne\u2019er for naething that the gled whistled.\n\n\nJ\n\n  Joke at leisure, you kenna wha may joke yoursel\u2019.\n\n\nK\n\n  Kail hains bread.\u2014Kame sindle came sair.\u2014Kamesters are ay creeshy.\n  Keep woo and it will be dirt, keep lint and it will be silk.\n  Keep your ain fish guts to your ain sea-maws.\n  Keep your kill-dry\u2019d taunts to your mouldy-hair\u2019d maidens.\n  Keep your breath to cool your crowdie.\n  Keep your mouth close and your een open.\n  Kindness comes a-will, it canna be coft.\n  Kindness will creep whare it canna gang.\n  Kindle a candle at baith ends it will soon be done.\n  King\u2019s cauff\u2019s worth other fo\u2019ks corn.\u2014Kissing gans by favour.\n  King\u2019s cheese gaes hauf awa in pairings.\n  Kiss a carl and clap a carl, and that\u2019s the way to tine a carl.\n  Kythe in your ain colours that fo\u2019k may ken you.\n\n\nL\n\n  Ladies and turkies need delicate upbringing.\n  Laith to bed and laith to rise.\u2014Lang straes are nae motes.\n  Lang fasting hains nae meat.\u2014Learn young, learn fair.\n  Lang tongu\u2019d wives gae lang wi\u2019 bairn.\n  Langest at fire soonest finds cauld.\n  Lang speaking part maun spill.\u2014Love me love my dog.\n  Law\u2019s costly, tak a pint and gree.\n  Law-makers should na be law-breakers.\n  Laugh at leisure, ye may greet ere night.\n  Laugh and lay\u2019t down again.\u2014Let alane maks mony loons.\n  Lay the head o\u2019 the sow to the tail o\u2019 the grice.\n  Learn the cat to the kirn and she\u2019ll ay be licking.\n  Letna the plough stand to kill a mouse.\n  Let a\u2019 treads live, quoth the wife, when she burnt her besom.\n  Let ay bell\u2019d wathers break the snaw.\n  Let by-ganes be by-ganes.\u2014Let horns gang wi\u2019 the hide.\n  Let him tak a spring on his ain fiddle.\n  Let him haud the bairn that aught the bairn.\n  Let him cool in the skin he het in.\n  Let ilka sheep hang by its ain shank.\n  Let the muckle horse get the muckle wonlyn.\n  Let the morn come and the meat wi\u2019t.\n  Let the kirk stand in the kirk-yard.\u2014Live and let live.\n  Lie for him and he\u2019ll swear for you.\u2014Little gear the less care.\n  Light supper mak lang life-days.\u2014Like\u2019s an ill mark.\n  Little winning maks a heavy purse.\u2014Love o\u2019erlooks mony fauts.\n  Lightly come, lightly gane.\u2014Little kend the less cared for.\n  Like draws to like, as a scabbed horse to a fail dyke.\n  Like Scotsmen, ay wise ahint the hand.\n  Likely lies aft i\u2019 the mire, when unlikely wins through.\n  Like the maidens o\u2019 Bayordine ye learn by the ear.\n  Like hens, ye rin ay to the tap o\u2019 the heap.\n  Like the bairns o\u2019 Falkirk, ye mind naething but mischief.\n  Like frien\u2019less dogs mair sleep than meat.\n  Like the cat, fain fish wad ye eat, but ye are laith to weet your feet.\n  Like the wife wi\u2019 the mony daughters, the best comes hindmost.\n  Lippen to me but look to yoursel\u2019.\n  Little Jock gets the little dish, and that hauds him lang little.\n  Little said is soon mended, little gear\u2019s soon spended.\n  Little wit i\u2019 the head maks muckle travel to the feet.\n  Little may an auld nag do that maunna nicher.\n  Live upon love as lavrocks do on leeks.\n  Loud on the loan was ne\u2019er a gude milk cow.\n  Love and light winna hide.\u2014Love me lightly love me lang.\n  Love\u2019s as warm among cotters as courtiers.\n  Love o\u2019er het soonest cools.\n\n\nM\n\n  Maidens shou\u2019d be mim till they\u2019r married, then they may burn kirks.\n  Maidens shou\u2019d be mild and meek, quick to hear and slaw to speak.\n  Maidens tochers and ministers stipends are ay less than ca\u2019d.\n  Mair hamely than welcome.\u2014Mair haste the waur speed.\n  Mair by luck than gude guiding.\u2014Malice is aye mindfu\u2019.\n  Mak friends o\u2019 fremit fo\u2019k.\u2014Measure twice, cut but ance.\n  Mak the best o\u2019 an ill bargain you can.\n  Mak your hay when the sun shines.\n  May-bees flee not at this time o\u2019 the year.\n  Maybe your pot may need my clips.\n  Mealy-mou\u2019d maids stand lang at the mill.\n  Muckle may fa\u2019 between the cup and the lip.\n  Mills and wives are ay wanting.\u2014Mony hands mak light wark.\n  Mistress afore fo\u2019k, gude wife behind backs, where lies the dish-clout?\n  Money is welcome in a dirten clout.\n  Mony a ane kisses the bairn for love o\u2019 the nurse.\n  Mony fair promises at marriage mak few at tocher-paying.\n  Mony say weel when it was ne\u2019er waur.\n  Mony a ane serves a thankless master.\n  Mony ways to kill a dog tho\u2019 ye dinna hang him.\n  Mony cooks ne\u2019er made gude kail.\n  Mony irons i\u2019 the fire part maun cool.\n  Mony a ane opens their pack and sells nae wares.\n  Mony a ane speers the gate they ken fu\u2019 weel.\n  My son\u2019s my son ay till he get a wife, my daughter\u2019s my daughter a\u2019 the\n    days o\u2019 her life.\n\n\nN\n\n  Nae fool like an auld fool.\u2014Nae friend like a friend in need.\n  Nae man can thrive unless his wife lets him.\n  Nae sooner up than her head\u2019s in the am\u2019ry.\n  Nae safe wading in unco water.\u2014Necessity hae nae law.\n  Nae wonder ye be auld like, ilka thing fashes ye.\n  Naething sae crouse as a new washen louse.\n  Naething\u2019s ill to be done when will\u2019s at hame.\n  Naething\u2019s to be done in haste but gripping of flaes.\n  Naething to do but draw in your stool and sit down.\n  Naething venture naething win.\u2014New lords hae new laws.\n  Nane but fools and knaves lay wagers.\n  Nane can mak a bore but ye\u2019ll find a pin till\u2019t.\n  Nane can play the fool sae weel as a wise man.\n  Near\u2019s my sark but nearer\u2019s my skin.\u2014Ne\u2019er ower auld to learn.\n  Nearest the heart nearer the mou.\u2014Ne\u2019er rax aboon your reach.\n  Nearest the kirk the farthest frae gude.\n  Neck or naething the king loes nae cripples.\n  Need will gar an auld wife trot, and a naked man rin.\n  Ne\u2019er draw your durk when a daunt will do.\n  Ne\u2019er find faut wi\u2019 my shoon unless ye pay my cobler.\n  Ne\u2019er gae to the deil wi\u2019 a dish-clout about your head.\n  Ne\u2019er gae me my death in a toom dish.\u2014Ne\u2019er quat certanty for hope.\n  Ne\u2019er let on but laugh in your ain sleeve.\n  Ne\u2019er marry a widow, unless her first man was hang\u2019d.\n  Ne\u2019er scad your lips in other fo\u2019k\u2019s kail.\n  Ne\u2019er seek a wife till ye ken what to do wi\u2019.\n  Ne\u2019er shaw your teeth unless ye can bite.\n  Ne\u2019er strive against the stream.\n  Ne\u2019er take a fore-hammer to break an egg, when ye can do it wi\u2019 a\n    pen-knife.\u2014Nipping and scarting\u2019s Scotch fo\u2019k\u2019s wooing.\n  Ne\u2019er let the nose blush for the sins o\u2019 the mouth.\n  Nineteen naesays o\u2019 a maiden are ha\u2019f a grant.\n\n\nO\n\n  Ower haly was hang\u2019d, and rough and sonsy wan awa\u2019.\n  Ower muckle o\u2019 aething is gude for naething.\n  Ower mony grieves but hinders the wark.\n  O\u2019 twa ills choose the least.\u2014Out o\u2019 debt out o\u2019 danger.\n  Out o\u2019 the peat-pot into the gutter.\n\n\nP\n\n  Pay him hame in his ain coin.\u2014Penny wise and pound foolish.\n  Pennyless sauls may pine in purgatory.\n  Pleying at law\u2019s like fighting through a whin buss, the harder the\n  blows the sairer the scar.\n  Poortith parts gude company.\u2014Possession is eleven points o\u2019 the law.\n  Pride ne\u2019er leaves its master till he get a fa\u2019.\n  Poets and painters hae liberty to lie.\n  Put a coward to his metal and he\u2019ll fight the deil.\n  Put your hand nae farther than your sleeve will reach.\n  Put your hand i\u2019 the creel, and tak out an adder or an eel.\n\n\nQ\n\n  Quey caufs are dear veal.\u2014Quick returns mak rich.\n\n\nR\n\n  Rackless youth maks ruefu\u2019 eild.\u2014Raw leather raxes.\n  Raise nae mae deils than your able to lay.\n  Rather spoil your joke than tine your friend.\n  Raw dawds mak fat lads.\u2014Rich fou\u2019k hae routh o\u2019 friends.\n  Rich fo\u2019k\u2019s wit rives puir fo\u2019k\u2019s jaws.\u2014Rob Peter to pay Paul.\n  Ride fair and jaup nane.\u2014Right wrangs nae man.\n  Rob Gib\u2019s contract, stark love and kindness.\n  Rome was nae bigget in ae day.\u2014Royet lads may mak sober men.\n  Rooks and writers are ay to be found about ruined houses.\n  Roose the ford as ye find it.\u2014Rue and time grow baith in ae garden.\n\n\nS\n\n  Sair cravers are ay ill payers.\u2014Satan reproving sin.\n  Saut, quoth the sutor, when he had eaten a cow a\u2019 but the tail.\n  Seethe stanes in butter the broo will be gude.\n  Second thoughts are best.\u2014Ser\u2019 yoursel till your bairns come in age.\n  Set a beggar on horseback he\u2019ll ride to the deil.\n  Set a stout heart to a stay brae.\u2014Shame\u2019s past the shade o\u2019 your hair.\n  Sharp stomachs mak short graces.\u2014Stown dints are sweetest.\n  Shallow waters mak maist din.\u2014Sinle seen soon forgotten.\n  She\u2019s as leal a maiden as her man left her.\n  She hauds up her head like a hen drinking water.\n  She brack her elbow at the kirk door.\u2014Standing dubs gather dirt.\n  She\u2019ll wear like a horse shoe, ay the langer the clearer.\n  Short fo\u2019k are soon angry, their heart\u2019s soon at their mou.\n  Slaw at meat slaw at wark.\u2014Sorrow and ill weather come unsent for.\n  Some hae a hantle o\u2019 fauts ye\u2019er only a neer-do-weel.\n  Souters and tailors count hours.\u2014Speak o\u2019 the deil and he\u2019ll appear.\n  Speak gude o\u2019 pipers, your father was a fiddler.\n  Speak when your spoken till, and drink when you\u2019re drucken till.\n  Strike the iron as lang as it\u2019s het.\n\n\nT\n\n  Tak your will o\u2019t as the cat did o\u2019 the haggis.\n  Tak the bit and the buffet wi\u2019t.\u2014Tak me not up before I fa\u2019.\n  Tak your ain will and then ye\u2019ll no die o\u2019 the pet.\n  Tak a hair o\u2019 the dog that bit you.\u2014That\u2019s Halkerton\u2019s cow.\n  Tak nae mair on your back than you\u2019re able to carry.\n  Tak a man by his word and a cow by her horn.\n  Tarry breeks pay nae fraught.\u2014Tapped hens like cock crawing.\n  Tell nae your fae when your foot\u2019s slipping.\u2014That\u2019s a tee\u2019d ba\u2019.\n  That bout cam ne\u2019er out o\u2019 your bag.\u2014The best is ay cheapest.\n  That\u2019s carrying saut to Dysart and puddings to Tranent.\n  That\u2019s the piece a step-bairn ne\u2019er gat.\u2014Time tries a\u2019.\n  That winna be a mot i\u2019 your marriage.\u2014The deil\u2019s ay gude to his ain.\n  The back and the belly hauds every ane busy.\n  The bairn speaks i\u2019the field what he hears at the fireside.\n  The bird maun flighter that flees wi\u2019 ae wing.\n  The better day the better deed.\u2014The warld is bound to nae man.\n  The blind man\u2019s peck should be weel measur\u2019d.\n  The cure may be waur than the disease.\n  The death o\u2019 ae bairn winna skail a house.\n  The dorty dame may fa\u2019 i\u2019 the dirt.\u2014The deil\u2019s bairns hae deil\u2019s luck.\n  The deil ay drives his hogs to an ill market.\n  The deil\u2019s gaen o\u2019er John Wabster.\u2014The e\u2019ening brings a hame.\n  The farthest way about is aft the nearest gate hame.\n  The richer the souter, the blacker his thumbs.\n  The first fuf o\u2019 a fat haggis is ay the bauldest.\n  The gravest fish is an oyster,\n    The gravest bird\u2019s an owl;\n  The gravest beast\u2019s an ass,\n    And the gravest man\u2019s a fool.\n  The kings errand may come in a cadger\u2019s gate.\n  The langer we live we see the mair fairlies.\n  The mae the merrier, the fewer the better cheer.\n  The masters e\u2019e maks the horse fat.\u2014The still sow eats up the draff.\n  The simple man\u2019s the beggar\u2019s brither.\n  The subject\u2019s love is the kings life guard.\n  The smith\u2019s mare and the souter\u2019s wife are ay warst shod.\n  The thiefer like the better sodger.\u2014The tod\u2019s whelps are ill to tame.\n  The thing that lie nae in your gate breaks na your shins.\n  The thing that\u2019s in your wame\u2019s not in your testament.\n  The thrift o\u2019 you was the death o\u2019 your gude-dame.\n  The tod keeps his ain hole clean.\n  The worth o\u2019 a thing is best kend by the want o\u2019t.\n  The wife\u2019s ay welcome that comes wi\u2019 a crooked oxter.\n  There\u2019s mony a true tale tauld in jest.\n  There\u2019s mukle to do when burghers ride.\n  There\u2019s nane sae blind as them that winna see.\n  There\u2019s naething ill said that\u2019s nae ill tane.\n  There\u2019s nae place like hame, as the deil said when he fan\u2019 himsel in the\n    Court o\u2019 Session.\n  There was ne\u2019er a silly Jocky but there was as silly a Jenny.\n  There\u2019s beild aneath an auld man\u2019s baird.\n  There is a teugh sinew in an auld wife\u2019s heel.\n  There is a differ betwixt the piper and his bitch.\n  There is a wawp i\u2019 the raip.\u2014Thole weel is gude for burning.\n  There is a sliddery stane before the ha\u2019 door.\n  There is as gude fish i\u2019 the sea as e\u2019er cam out o\u2019t.\n  There grows nae grass at the cross.\u2014Thoughts beguil maidens.\n  There is life in a mussel as lang as she cheeps.\u2014Time tries a\u2019.\n  There is little for the rake after the shool.\u2014Tine heart and a\u2019s gane.\n  They are ay gude that are far awa.\u2014True blue will ne\u2019er stain.\n  They are like the grices, if you kittle their wame they fa\u2019 on their\n    backs.\n  They hae need o\u2019 a canny cook that hae but ae egg to their dinner.\n  They ne\u2019er saw great dainties that think a haggis a feast.\n  They shou\u2019d kiss the gude-wife that wad win the gude-man.\n  They that see you a\u2019 day winna break the house for you at night.\n  They that get a word o\u2019 soon rising may lie a\u2019 day.\n  They that laugh in the morning may greet ere night.\n  They that drink langest live langest.\n  They that hae routh o\u2019 butter may lay it thick on their scone.\n  They that lie down for love shou\u2019d rise for hunger.\n  They were scant o\u2019 bairns that brought you up.\n  They were never fain that fidg\u2019d, nor fa\u2019 that licked dishes.\n  They ne\u2019er ga\u2019e wi\u2019 the speet but they get wi\u2019 the ladle.\n  Three can keep a secret if twa be awa.\n  Time and tide will tarry for nae man.\n  Touch a gawd horse on the back and he\u2019ll fling.\n  Tramp on a snail and she\u2019ll shoot out her horns.\n  Twa blacks will ne\u2019er mak a white.\n  Twine two, your minny was a gude spinner.\n\n\nU\n\n  Up hill spare me, down hill tak tent to thee.\n  Use makes perfectness.\n\n\nW\n\n  Wanton kittens mak douce cats.\u2014When drink\u2019s in wit\u2019s out.\n  Wae\u2019s the wife that want\u2019s the tongue, but weel\u2019s the man that gets her.\n  Weans maun creep ere they gang.\u2014Women\u2019s wark\u2019s ne\u2019er done.\n  Wedding and ill wintering tame baith man and beast.\n  Weel kens the mouse when the cat\u2019s out o\u2019 the house.\n  Welcom\u2019s the best dish in the kitchen.\n  We\u2019ll ne\u2019er ken the worth o\u2019 the water till the well gae dry.\n  We\u2019re ay to learn as lang\u2019s we live.\u2014We canna baith sup and blaw.\n  We\u2019ll bark oursels ere we buy dogs sae dear.\n  We may ken your eild by the runkles o\u2019 your horn.\n  We may ken your meaning by your mumping.\n  What\u2019s gotten owre the deil\u2019s back will gang awa under his belly.\n  When ae door stecks anither opens.\u2014Wilfu\u2019 waste maks waefu\u2019 want.\n  When friends meet hearts warm.\u2014Woo sellers ken ay woo buyers.\n  When the tod preaches tak tent o\u2019 the lambs.\n  When the wame\u2019s fou, the banes wad be at rest.\n  When petticoats woo, brecks come speed.\n  When you\u2019re serv\u2019d a\u2019 the geese are water\u2019d.\n  While the pow\u2019s shaving the lice maun flit.\n  When ye\u2019re gaun and coming the gate\u2019s no toom.\n  Where the dyke\u2019s laighest it is eithiest to loup.\n  Where there\u2019s owre muckle courtesy, there\u2019s little kindness.\n  Winter thunder bodes simmer hunger.\n  Work for nought maks fo\u2019k dead sweer.\n\n\nY\n\n  Ye\u2019re as lang o\u2019 tuning your pipes as ane wad play a spring.\n  Ye cam a day after the fair.\u2014Ye hae gotten a ravel\u2019d hesp o\u2019t.\n  Ye cut lang whangs out o\u2019 ither fo\u2019k\u2019s leather.\n  Ye canna preach out o\u2019 your ain pupit.\u2014Ye hae a crap for a\u2019 corn.\n  Ye canna get leave to thrive for thrang.\n  Ye drive the plough before the owsen.\n  Ye hae gien the wolfe the wedder to keep.\n  Ye hae sitten your time, as mony a gude hen has done.\n  Ye hae o\u2019er foul feet to come sae far ben.\n  Ye hae tint your ain stomach and fund a tike\u2019s.\n  Ye hae the wrang sow by the lug.\u2014Ye ken wha drinkers dree.\n  Ye kenna wha may cool your ain kail yet.\n  Yelping curs may rise mastiffs.\u2014Ye\u2019re mair fley\u2019d than hurt.\n  Ye may get waur bodes or Beltane.\n  Ye may dight your neb and flee up.\n  Ye mete my pease by your ain peck.\n  Ye ne\u2019er saw green cheese but your een reel\u2019d.\n  Ye ride sae near the rumple ye\u2019ll let nane loup on behind you.\n  Ye\u2019re like a miller\u2019s dog, you lick your lips ere the pock be opened.\n  Ye\u2019re sae keen o\u2019 the clocking you\u2019ll die in the nest.\n  Ye\u2019re nae chicken for a\u2019 your cheeping.\n  Ye\u2019re come o\u2019 blude, and sae\u2019s a pudding.\n  Ye\u2019re like hens, ye rin ay to the heap.\n  Ye shape shoon by your ain shachel\u2019d feet.\n  Ye watna what wife\u2019s ladle may cogue your kail.\n  Your bread\u2019s baken, you may hing by your girdle.\n\n\nTranscriber\u2019s Note\n\nList of minor amendments made to the text:\n\n  Page 12, \u201cmauu\u201d changed to \u201cmaun\u201d (He that wad eat the kirnel maun crack\n    the nut.)\n  Page 13, \u201cdiel\u201d changed to \u201cdeil\u201d (If the deil find you idle he\u2019ll set\n    you to wark.)\n  Page 16, \u201cKindess\u201d changed to \u201cKindness\u201d (Kindness will creep whare it\n    canna gang.)\n  Page 22, \u201cbleu\u201d changed to \u201cblue\u201d (True blue will ne\u2019er stain.)\n\nDefective punctuation was amended as necessary without further note.","title":"Scots proverbs, ancient and modern, selected from Allan Ramsay and others","tradition":"myth-cosmogony","translated_text":null,"word_count":7207}