It'll be the wuss for ye.

You'll come to the gallows some time, ef you don't mind your p's and q's.

I might 'ave stayed there till I died, an' then you'd have been hung." "What are, you jawing about ?" retorted Sam.

"How could I know you was comin' ?" "You know'd it well enough," returned the old lady.

"You'll bring your mother's gray hairs with sorrer to the grave." "She ain't got any gray hairs," said Sam doggedly.
"Well, she will have some, ef she lives long enough.