There’s no flies on her except they’re paying rent
You won’t catch old birds with straws
A closed mouth misses the flies
It might cut butter if it was hot
Growing down like a cow’s tail
There’s more red noses than midges th’day
He put the saddle on the right horse
Brown boots and no breakfast
His head is not one that saves his legs
Old fools are the worst fools
Between you and me and the post there!
Every man’s a boy till he’s married
And what do they mean?
She is a canny one!
Older prospective brides are more demanding
Whatever you say, say nothing!
The blade needs whetting
Not growing at all
It’s a cold day
He chose his wife wisely
Working from the scrake of dawn
He doesn’t think before he acts
An older man shouldn’t choose a young lover
Nothing matures a man like marriage