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He’s not two feet higher than a duck He is very small in stature
He is past your thumb [?]
He hears not at that ear He suffers from selective deafness
He’s as crooked as a dog’s hind legs He is untrustworthy
He’d buy ye in one field an’ sell ye in another
Tears runnin’ down their cheeks like beetles on an ant-hill
It’s as true as truth’s been for a long time
Born at the bladeing of the kail
He wusn’t behind the door when feet were given out He has outsize feet
There’s a hole in his thatch He’s got a slate missing He’s not wise! Or he’s losing his hair!
He’d talk the teeth off a saw
It fits ye like a hair in the well [?]
He’s all to one side like the handle of a jug
All gab and guts like a young crow Boastful from inexperience
She has an eye like a burnt hole in a blanket She’d luk through ye!
She knows full well the length of his shoe He’s got the feet walked off the poor girl and hasn’t proposed till her yit!
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