Ye're black aboot the mou' for want o' kissing.
"A jest upon a young maid when she has a spot about her mouth, as if it was for want of being kissed."—Kelly.
Ye're bonny enough to them that loe ye, and ower bonny to them that loe ye and canna get ye.
"Spoken as a comfort to people of an ordinary beauty."—Kelly.
Ye're busy to clear yoursel when naebody files you.
Ye're buttoned up the back like Achmahoy's dog.
Ye're but young cocks—your craw's roupy.
Ye're cawking the claith ere the wab be in the loom.
Or plucking your geese before they are caught.