Willie Wastle.

Tune - "The eight men of Moidart." I.         Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed,             The spot they call'd it Linkum-doddie.         Willie was a wabster guid,             Cou'd stown a clue wi' onie bodie;         He had a wife was dour and din,             O Tinkler Madgie was her mither;         Sic a wife as Willie had,             I wad nae gie a button for her. II.         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 as Willie had,             I wad nae gie a button for her. III.         She's bow hough'd, she's hem shinn'd,             A limpin' leg, a hand-breed shorter;         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 as Willie had,             I wad nae gie a button for her. IV.         Auld baudrans by the ingle sits,             An' 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 like midden-creels,             Her face wad fyle the Logan-Water         Sic a wife as Willie had,             I wad nae gie a button for her.