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 Where the drums beat laws are dumb Wee things flee cowards Wilfu' waste make waefu want Wiles help weak fowk Will a wit strive with me? Winter thunder bodes summer hunger Wink at wee fauts, your ain are muckle Wise men may be wiled with wiles Wit brought makes fowk wise Wit brought is worth two for nought Work for nought makes fowk dread sweer Woo-sellers ken aye woo-byers Use makes perfectness Wrang has hae warrant Wrang count is nae payment

breed of the cow's tail, ye grow downwards Ye breed of the chapman, ye're aye to hansel Ye breed of few of the laird's tenants, o'er het Ye breed of good maut, ye're lang of coming Ye crack crousely wi' your bonnet on Ye cut before the point Ye cam' a day after the fair Ye cut lang whangs out of ither fouk's leather Ye canna make a silk purse of a sow's lug Ye canna see the wood for trees Ye came a clipping time Ye canna preach out of your ain pupit Ye come to the gait's house to steal woo Ye canna do but ye o'er-do Ye drive the pleugh before the owsen Ye dinna ken where the blessing may light Ye drew nae sae weel when my mare was in the mire Ye fand it where the highlandman faud the tangs Ye glowr'd at the moon and fell in the middin Ye glowr like a wild cat out of a whin bush Ye gae far about seeking the nearest