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It's an ill wind that blaws naebody gude Its a sorry hen that mayna greet Its dear cost honey that's licket aff a thorn Its fair in the ha' whan beards wag a' Its gude sleeping in a hale skin Its gude to be sib to siller Its gude to hae twa strings to your bow Its hard to sit in Rome, and strive wi the Pope Its hard for a greedy ee to hae a leal heart Its ill to bring out o’ the flesh what’s bred i'

the bane Its ill getting breeks aff a highlandman Its ill taking corn frae geese Its ill makin a silken purse o’ a sow's lug, or a

toutin horn o a tod’s tail Its kittle shooting at corbies and clergy Its kittle to waken sleepin dogs Its lang or the deil be found dead at a dike side Its lang or like to die fill the kirk yard jits needless to bid a wran rin Its needless to pour water on a drown’d mouse Its nae sin to tak a gude price but in geeing

ill measure Its no tint that a friend gets Its nae laughing to girn in a woody Its past joking when the head's aff