Chapter 741 of 1414 · 52 words · ~1 min read

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.