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She‘s twisted right, she’s twisted left,
 * To balance fair in ilka quarter:

She has a hump upon her breast,
 * The twin o‘ that upon her shouther;
 * Sic a wife, &c.

Auld baudvons by the ingle sits,
 * And wi‘ her loof her face a-washin;

But Willie's wife is nae sae trig,
 * She dights her grunzie wi'a hushion;

Her walie nieves iike midden creels,
 * Her face wad fyle the Logan water;
 * Sic a wife, &c.

The day returns; my bosom burns,
 * The blissful day we twa did meet,

Tho’ winter wild in tempest toil’d,
 * Ne‘er summer sun was half sae sweet.

Than a’ the pride that loads the tide,
 * And crosses o'er the sultry line;

Than kingly robes, than crowns and
 * globes,
 * Heaven gave me more, it made thee mine

While clay and night can bring delight,
 * Or nature aught of pleasure give;