WILLIE WASTLE dwalt on Tweed,
The spot they cad it Linkumdoddie;
Willie was a wabster gude,
Could stown a clue wi ony body:
He had a wife was dour and din,
O Tinkler Maidgie was her mither;
Sic a wife as Willie had,
I wad na gie a button for her!
She has an ee, 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 as Willie had,
I wadna gie a button for her!
Shes bow-houghd, shes hein-shind,
Ae limpin leg a hand-breed shorter;
Shes twisted right, shes twisted left,
To balance fair in ilka quarter:
She has a lump upon her breast,
The twin o that upon her shouther;
Sic a wife as Willie had,
I wadna gie a button for her!
Auld baudrons by the ingle sits,
An wi her loof her face a-washin;
But Willies wife is nae sae trig,
She dights her grunzie wi a hushion;
Her walie nieves like midden-creels,
Her face wad fyle the Logan Water;
Sic a wife as Willie had,
I wadna gie a button for her!
