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 I'll to his arms that I lo'e best,

And that's my ain dear Davie;

Meet me, &c.





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: