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Keep the staff in your ain hand Keep your breath to cool your crowdie Kend folk's nae company Kings and bears oft worry their keepers Kiss a slate stane and that winna slaver you Kyth in your ain colours that fouk may ken you

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LAITH to bed and laith to rise Lang fasting hains nae meat Lang look'd for come at last Lang straes are nae mots Lang ere you saddle a foal Law's costly, tak a pint and gree Law makers shouldna be law breakers Laugh at leisure, you may greet ere night Leave welcome behind you Leave aff as lang's the play's gude Learn you to an ill use an' ye'll ca'd custom Letna the plough stand to slay a mouse Let bell'd wethers break the snaw Let him tak a spring on his ain fiddle Let him cool in the skin he het in               Let his ain wand ding him Let never sorrow come sae near your heart Let the horns gang wi' the hide Let the morn come and the meat wi't              Let the kick stand in the kirk yard Let them laugh that win Let them care that come behind Lie for him and he'll swear for you Light burdens break nae banes Like Scotchmen aye wise behind the hand, Like the cur in the curb, he'll neither do nor let do              Like's an ill mark Like a sow playing on a trump Lippen to me but look to yoursel Little kend the less car'd for