Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed, <br />The spot they ca'd it Linkumdoddie. <br />Willie was a wabster guid <br />Could stown a clue wi onie body. <br />He had a wife was dour and din, <br />O, Tinkler Maidgie was her mither! <br />Sic a wife as Willie had, <br />I wad na gie a button for her. <br /> <br />She has an e'e (she has but ane), <br />The cat has twa the very colour, <br />Five rusty teeth, forbye a stump, <br />A clapper-toungue wad deave a miller; <br />A whiskin beard about her mou, <br />Her nose and chin they threaten ither: <br />Sic a wife as Willie had, <br />I wad na gie a button for her. <br /> <br />She's bow-hough'd, she's hem-shin'd, <br />Ae limpin leg a hand-breed shorter; <br />She's twisted right, she's twisted left, <br />To balance fair in ilka quarter; <br />She has a hump upon her breast, <br />The twin o that upon her shouther: <br />Sic a wife as Willie had, <br />I wad na gie a button for her. <br /> <br />Auld baudrans by the ingle sits, <br />An wi her loof her face a-washin; <br />But Willie's wife is nae sae trig, <br />She dights her frunzie wi a hushion; <br />Her walie nieves like midden-creels, <br />Her face wad fyle the Logan Water: <br />Sic a wife as Willie had, <br />I wad na gie a button for her.<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/willie-wastle/
