"A drunken man begg'd Lady Mary to help him on his horse, and having made many attempts to no purpose, he always reiterated the same petition; at length he jumped quite over. 'O, Lady Mary,' said he, 'when thou art good, thou art ower good.'"—Kelly.
Ye breed o' our laird; ye'll no do right, and ye'll tak nae wrang.
Ye breed o' Saughton swine, ye're neb's never oot o' an ill turn.
Ye breed o' the baxters, ye loe your neighbour's browst better than your ain batch.
Ye breed o' the chapman, ye're aye to handsel.
"Spoken to those who ask us hansel (that is, the first bit in the morning, the first money for their parcels of wares, or the like). Taken from pedlars who, coming into a house, will say, 'Give us hansel.'"—Kelly.
Ye breed o' the chapman, ye're never oot o' your gate.
Spoken to those who do business wherever they go.
Ye breed o' the craw's tail, ye grow backwards.
Ye breed o' the gowk, ye hae ne'er a rhyme but ane.