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old songs in which the heroine mourns over her highwayman 
executed, or in which disappointed love vows vengeance, or in 
which Bacchus is blest, are hiding their heads. There was a low 
suppressed murmur of disapprobation at the introduction of 
instrumental music in church. 
Proverbs, some of them having an aroma of the sheep-walks, 
abound. I beg to give a few not inserted in ‘“ Hislop’s Collection 
of Scotch Proverbs,” although that collection professes to be 
complete. 
The richt wrangs naebody. 
He’s a man among sheep, but a sheep among men. 
There’s nocht sae crouse as a new scoured louse. 
She would mak’ a gude poor man’s wife; get him poor and 
keep him poor. 
Yee aff your eggs and on the grass (applied to one who 
reasons incorrectly). 
Auld soles mak’ bad uppers (that is, old servants make hard 
masters). 
Hae as much o’ the deil in you as keep the deil aff you. 
Gif ye winna hae walkers, riders may pass by (applied to girls 
who are too saucy). 
He that lies down wi’ the dogs rises up wi’ the fleas. 
He would mak’ a gude poor man’s pig: he eats weel at every 
meal. 
Tak’ tent o’ the hizzie that’s saucy and proud, 
Tho’ her e’e’s like the gowan and the gowan like the gowd. 
Whittlegair was the heroine of a favourite story. She is beautiful, 
but set at nought. She finds a gold ring in a pie, and afterwards 
is lucky and happy. A variant of the ballad of Gill Morice used 
to be sung. The child grew to manhood, and was in great 
poverty. His mother was wont to meet him secretly and 
relieve his wants. A tell-tale aroused the earl’s jealousy. He 
was beset by the earl, overpowered, beheaded, and his head 
brought home to his unhappy mother on a pike as the reward of 
her supposed infidelity. The Countess, on seeing her son’s head, 
swooned and shortly after expired. The old woman who chanted 
this is long since dead. The following child’s rhyme was more 
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