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ILLIE Wastle dwelt on Tweed,

The spot they ca’d it Linkumdodie,

Willie was a wabster gude,

Cou’d stown a clue wi’ ony body,

He had a wife was dour and din,

O Tinkler Madgie was her micher

Sic a wife as Willie had,

I wad na 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 hem-shinn’d.

Ae limpin leg a hand breed shorter;

She’s twisted right, she’s twisted left,

To balance fair on 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,

An' wi her luse her face a-washin’;