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204 SONGS OF SCOTLAND.
The weary pund, the weary pund,
The weary pund o' tow,
I think my wife will end her life,
Before she spin the tow !
I bought my wife a stane o' lint,
As guid 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 bole,
Beyont the ingle low ;
And aye she took the tother sook,
To drouk the stoury 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 't,
Gaed foremost o'er the knowe,
And ere I wed another jaud,
I '11 wallop in a tow.
[old version.]
I bought my maiden and my wife
A half a pund o' tow,
And it will serve them a' their life,
Let them spin as they dow.
I thought my tow was endit —
It wasna weel begun !
I think my wife will end her life
Afore the tow be spun.

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