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13 Keep the staff in your ain hand

Keep your breath to cool your crowdie

Kend folk’s nae company

Kings and bears aſt worry their keepers

Kiss a slate stane and that winna slaver you

Kyth in your ain colours that fouk may ken you

L LAITH to bed and laith to rise

Lang fasting bains nae meat

Lang look‘d for come at last

Lang straes are nae mots

Lang ere ye saddle a foal

Law’s costly, tak’ a pint and gree

Law makers shouldna be law breakers

Laugh at leisure, ye may greet ere night

Leave welcome behind you

Leave aff as lang as the play's good

Learn you to an ill use an’ ye'll ca‘d custom

Letna the plough stand to slay a mouse

Let bell'd weathers break the snaw

Let him take 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 kirk stand in the kirkyard

Let them laugh that win

Let them care that came behind

Lie for him and he'll swear for you

Light burdens break nae banes

Like Scotsmen, 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