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I'll to his arms that I lo'e best,
And that's my ain dear Davie;
Meet me, &c.
sic a wife as willie had.
Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed,
The spot the ca'd it Linkumdoddie,
Willie was a wabster guid,
Could stown a clue 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 was cleave 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-skinn'd;
Ae limpin lef a hand-breed shorter;
She's twisted right, she's twisted left,
To balance fair in ilka quarter:
