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Tak your will o’t as the cat did o’ the haggis.

Tak the bit and the buffet wi’t.—Tak me not up before I fa’.

Tak your ain will and then ye’ll no die o’ the pet.

Tak a hair o’ the dog that bit you.—That’s Halkerton’s cow.

Tak nae mair on your back than you’re able to carry.

Tak a man by his word and a cow by her horn.

Tarry breeks pay nae fraught.—Tapped hens like cock crawing.

Tell nae your fae when your foot’s slipping.—That’s a tee’d ba’.

That bout cam ne’er out o’ your bag.—The best is ay cheapest.

That’s carrying saut to Dysart and puddings to Tranent.

That’s the piece a step-bairn ne’er gat.—Time tries a’.

That winna be a mot i’ your marriage.—The deil’s ay gude to his ain.

The back and the belly hauds every ane busy.

The bairn speaks i’the field what he hears at the fireside.

The bird maun flighter that flees wi’ ae wing.

The better day the better deed.—The warld is bound to nae man.

The blind man’s peck should be weel measur’d.

The cure may be waur than the disease.

The death o’ ae bairn winna skail a house.

The dorty dame may fa’ i’ the dirt.—The deil’s bairns hae deil’s luck.

The deil ay drives his hogs to an ill market.

The deil’s gaen o’er John Wabster.—The e’ening brings a hame.

The farthest way about is aft the nearest gate hame.

The richer the souter, the blacker his thumbs.

The first fuf o’ a fat haggis is ay the bauldest.

The kings errand may come in a cadger’s gate.

The langer we live we see the mair fairlies.

The mae the merrier, the fewer the better cheer.

The masters e’e maks the horse fat.—The still sow eats up the draff.

The simple man’s the beggar’s brither.

The subject’s love is the kings life guard.

The smith’s mare and the souter’s wife are ay warst shod.

The thiefer like the better sodger.—The tod’s whelps are ill to tame.

The thing that lie nae in your gate breaks na your shins.

The thing that’s in your wame’s not in your testament.

The thrift o’ you was the death o’ your gude-dame.

The tod keeps his ain hole clean.

The worth o’ a thing is best kend by the want o’t.

The wife’s ay welcome that comes wi’ a crooked oxter.

There’s mony a true tale tauld in jest.

There’s mukle to do when burghers ride.

There’s nane sae blind as them that winna see.

There’s naething ill said that’s nae ill tane.

There’s nae place like hame, as the deil said when he fan’ himsel in the Court o’ Session.

There was ne’er a silly Jocky but there was as silly a Jenny.

There’s beild aneath an auld man’s baird.

There is a teugh sinew in an auld wife’s heel.

There is a differ betwixt the piper and his bitch.

There is a wawp i’ the raip.—Thole weel is gude for burning.

There is a sliddery stane before the ha’ door.

There is as gude fish i’ the sea as e’er cam out o’t.

There grows nae grass at the cross.—Thoughts beguil maidens.

There is life in a mussel as lang as she cheeps.—Time tries a’.

There is little for the rake after the shool.—Tine heart and a’s gane.

They are ay gude that are far awa.—True blue will ne’er stain.

They are like the grices, if you kittle their wame they fa’ on their backs.

They hae need o’ a canny cook that hae but ae egg to their dinner.

They ne’er saw great dainties that think a haggis a feast.

They shou’d kiss the gude-wife that wad win the gude-man.

They that see you a’ day winna break the house for you at night.

They that get a word o’ soon rising may lie a’ day.

They that laugh in the morning may greet ere night.

They that drink langest live langest.

They that hae routh o’ butter may lay it thick on their scone.

They that lie down for love shou’d rise for hunger.

They were scant o’ bairns that brought you up.

They were never fain that fidg’d, nor fa’ that licked dishes.

They ne’er ga’e wi’ the speet but they get wi’ the ladle.

Three can keep a secret if twa be awa.

Time and tide will tarry for nae man.

Touch a gawd horse on the back and he’ll fling.

Tramp on a snail and she’ll shoot out her horns.

Twa blacks will ne’er mak a white.

Twine two, your minny was a gude spinner.