"'Ay—and is it even sae?' said Meg; 'and has the puir bairn been sae soon removed frae this fashious world? Ay, ay, we maun a' gang ae gate—crackit quart-stoups and geisen'd barrels—leaky quaighs are we a', and canna keep in the liquor of life—Ohon, sirs!'"—St Ronan's Well.
We maun live by the living, and no by the dead.
We maun tak the crap as it grows.
We may ken your meaning by your mumping.
"To mump, to hint, to aim at."—Jamieson.
"Ye may speak plainer, lass, gin ye incline,
As, by your mumping, I maist ken your mind."
—Shirref.
We ne'er ken the worth o' water till the well gae dry.
Were it no for hope the heart wad break.
Wersh parritch, neither gude to fry, boil, or sup cauld.