irs.

That is, gladly rake up old grievances, to enable him to pick a
quarrel.

He would gar you trow that the mune's made o' green cheese.

Applied to simple, credulous people, who readily believe the most
absurd statements.

He wouldna lend his gully,--no! to the deil to stick himsel.

In sarcastic allusion to those who decline to oblige borrowers, and
who carry their principles so far that they "would not lend the
devil a knife to cut his throat."--_Italian._

He would need to be twice sheeled and ance grund that deals wi' you.

He would rake hell for a bodle.

He would skin a louse for the tallow o't.

In allusion to greedy, parsimonious people, who would rather be put
to a great deal of trouble than incur a trifling expense.

He would tine his lugs if they were not tacked to him.

He is so careless and forgetful, that he would lose his ears were
they not attached to his head.

He's horn deaf on that side o' his head.

That is, he is wilfully deaf on that subject.

Highest in the court, nearest the widdie.

Highlanders--shoulder to shoulder.

High trees show mair leaves than fruit.

In disparaging allusion to tall persons.

His absence is gude company.

His auld brass will buy her a new pan.

Spoken of young maidens who marry wealthy old men, meaning that when
the husband dies his money will help her to a younger one.

"Though auld Rob Morris be an elderly man,
Yet his auld brass it will buy you a new pan;
Then, doughter, you shouldna be so ill to shoo,
For auld Rob Morris is the man ye maun loo."
--_Tea-Table Miscellany._

His bark's waur nor his bite.

"'Hout, mother,' said Hobbie, 'Elshie's no that bad a chield; he's a
grewsome spectacle for a crooked disciple, to be sure, and a rough
talker; but his bark is waur than his bite.'"--_The Black Dwarf._

His corn's a' caff.

"I'll lay my lugs that's the true reason, and brawly does he ken his
corn's a' caff, or he wadna keep the sack mouth tied, and try to put
us aff wi' bletheration."

His e'ening sang and his morning sang are no baith alike.

His eggs hae a' twa yolks.

His geese are a' swans.

Or, his stories are all of a Munchausen order, told more for the
sake of effect than of truth.

His head will never fill his faither's bonnet.

His head's in a creel.