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Written by John McCullagh
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Sunday, 04 April 2004 |
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He’s the spit of himself the child resembles his father
A bachelor has a loose leg he can go where he pleases
An old man is but a bed of bones and thus not to be married!
What’s a gentleman but his pleasure and good luck to him!
Don’t turn your tongue on me I’ll take no scolding from you!
He’s a well-langled man dominated by his wife
A lucky man’s pot will boil without a fire
He was in his feet bare-footed
He’s hard till insense slow to anger
Honest men marry young, wise men not at all
What use is a man’s farm if his wife is a widdy: 'widow'
Many’s the man tied a knot with he’s tongue that his teeth cudn’t loosen
- be careful of what you say
A bad reaper blames the scythe a bad workman blames his tools
I didn't come up the canal in a bubble! Don't take me for a fool, I wasn't born yesterday etc.
If ye fell in a sheuch, ye’d come out smelling of roses etc.
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