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20 There is fey blood in your bed

There grows nae grass at the cross

There is life in a mussel as lang as she cheeps

There is little for the rake after the shool

There is little to sew when the tailors is true

There are aye good that are far away

There are not a’ saints that get holy water

They loo me for little that hate me for nought

They mense little the mouth that bite of the nose

They that give you hinder you to buy

They that drink langest live langest

They that lie down for love shou’d rise for hunger

They wist as well that didna speir

They that bourd with cats maun count upo’ scarts

Thistles are a sallad for asses

Thole well is good for burning

Till ither tinklers ill may ye ’gree

Time tint is ne’er to be found

Three can keep a secret if twa be away

Time and thinking tame the strongest grief

Time and tide will tarry on nae man

Tine heart and a’s gane

Tine thimble tine thrift.

Touch a gaw’d horse on the back and he’ll fling

True blue will never stain

Truth and honesty keep the crown of the causey

Try your friend or ye need him

Two hungry meals make the third a glutton

Twa fools in a house are a couple o’er mony

Twa words maun gae to that bargain

Twa wits are better than ane

W WANT of wit is waur than want of wealth

Weans maun creep or they gang

Welcome is the best dish in the kitchen

Well, quoth Willie, when his wife dang him

Well is that well does.