Seven Select Songs/Willie Wastle
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WILLIE WASTLE.
Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed, The spot they ca'd it Linkumdoddie,Willie was a wabster guid, Could stown a due wi' ony bodie;He had a wife was dour and din, Tinkler Maggie was her mither; Sic a wife as Willie had, I wadna gie a button for her.
She has an e'e, she has but ane, The cat has twa the very colour;Five rusty teeth, forbye a stump, A clapper tongue wad deave a miller;A whiskin beard about her mou, Her nose and chin they threaten ither; Sic a wife, &c.
She's bow-hough'd, she's hein-shinn'd, Ae limpin leg a hand-breed shorter;
She's twisted right, she's twisted left, To balance fair in ilka quarter:She has a hump upon her breast, The twin o' that upon her shouther; Sic a wife, &c.
Auld baudrons by the ingle sits, And wi' her loof her face a-washin;But Willie's wife is nae sae trig, She dights her grunzie wi' a hushion;Her walie nieves like midden creels, Her face wad syle the Logan water; Sic a wife, &c.