Part 63 (1/2)

It's the barley pickle breaks the naig's back

It's the best feather in your wing

It's the best spoke in your wheel

It's the laird's commands, an' the loon maun loup

Orders from those in authority, no matter how ridiculous or unreasonable,them But it's just the laird's command, and the loon th o' their dirks”--_Rob Roy_

It's the life o' an auld hat to be weel cocket

It's the wanton steed that scaurs at the windlestrae

”Ghaist! haist them--if they had their heads asthey wad play na sic pliskies--it's the wanton steed that scaurs at the windlestrae

Ghaists! wha e'er heard of ghaists in an honest house!”--_St Ronan's Well_

It's the waur o' the wear

It's tiaun to lie down

It's tih when ye're strucken

It's weak i' the , like Barr's cat

It's weel that our fauts are no written in our face

It's on that's aff the wame

Or well saved that is won from the belly

It was but their claes that cast out

”That is, the quarrel was not real, but only with design, in order to accomplish some end”--_Kelly_

It was et by it

It wasna for naething that the cat licket the stane

It were a pity to put a foul hand on't

It were a pity to refuse ye, ye seek sae little

It will aye be a dirty dub between them