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.

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