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The weary pund, the weary pund

The weary pund o' tow;

I think my wife will oad her life

Before she spin her tow,

I bought my wife a stane o' lint,

as good as e'er did grow,

And a' that she has made o' that

Is ae puir pund o tow.

There sat a bottle in a nook

Ayont the ingle low,

And ay she took the ither souk

to drouk the stourie tow.

Quoth I, for shame, ye dirty dame,

Gae spin your tap o' tow:

She took the rock, and wi' a knock

She brak it o'er my pow.

At last her feet, (I sang to see's)

Gaed foremost o'er e knowe;

And ere I wed another jade,

I'll wallop in a tow.