Seven Select Songs/Willie Wastle

by Anonymous

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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.

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