Ye live beside ill neebors.
"Spoken when people commend themselves, for if they deserved commendation, their neighbours would commend them."—Kelly.
Ye'll beguile nane but them that lippen to ye.
Ye'll be hang'd and I'll be harried.
Ye'll break your neck as sune as your fast in this house.
Ye'll cool and come to yoursel, like MacGibbon's crowdy when he set it oot at the window-bole.
Ye'll dee like a trooper's horse—wi' your shoon on.
Ye'll do onything but work and rin errands.
Ye'll follow him lang or he'll let five shillings fa'.