I'll gar ye blairt wi' baith your een.
I'll gar ye claw where its no yeuky.
"Ye bardy loon, gae but the house and mind your wark. Ye thought and they thought; but if it wasna mair for ae thing than anither, I hae a thought that wad gar baith you and them claw where it's no yeuky."—Sir Andrew Wylie.
I'll gar you sing Port-youl.
That is, cry, weep:—
"I'll make them know they have no right to rule,
And cause them shortly all sing up Port-yeull."
—Hamilton's Wallace.
I'll get a better fore-speaker than you for nought.
Ill getting het water frae 'neath cauld ice.
I'll gie ye a bane to pike that will haud your teeth gaun.