Burns' Popular Songs/The Weary Pund o' Tow
The Weary Pund o' Tow.
The weary pund, the weary pund,The weary pund o' tow;I think my wife will end her lifsBefore she spin her tow.
I bought my wife a stane o' lintAs guid as e'er did grow;And a' that she has made o' that,Is ae poor pund o' tow.
There sat a bottle in a hole,Beyont the ingle lowe,And aye she took the thither souk,To drouk the stowrie tow.
Quoth I, for shame, ye dirty dame,Gae spin your tap o' tow!She took the rock, and wi' a knockShe brak it o'er my pow.
At last her feet. I sang to see't.Gaed foremost o'er the knowo;And or I wed anither jail,I'll wallop in a tow.