I gave my wife a stane o' lint As good as e'er did grow And a' that she has made o' that Is ae poor pund o' tow
The weary pund, the weary pund The weary pund o' tow I think my wife will end her life Before she spin her tow
There sat a bottle in a bole Ayont the ingle low And aye she took another sook To drouk the stourie tow
The weary pund, the weary pund The weary pund o' tow I think my wife will end her life Before she spin her tow
Cries I, “For shame, ye dirty dame, Gae spin your tap o' tow!” She took the rock, and wi' a knock Brak' it o'er my pow
The weary pund, the weary pund The weary pund o' tow I think my wife will end her life Before she spin her tow
At last her feet, I sang to see't Gae'd skippin' o'er yon knowe And e'er I wad another jad I'll wallop in a tow
The weary pund, the weary pund The weary pund o' tow I think my wife will end her life Before she spin her tow
So come all ye jolly bachelors That fain would married be I pray you be advised Tak' this note from me A single life is free frae strife Frae sorrow, grief and woe Besides a wife will end your life Wi' the weary pund o' tow
The weary pund, the weary pund The weary pund o' tow I think my wife will end her life Before she spin her tow
The weary pund, the weary pund The weary pund o' tow I think my wife will end her life Before she spin her towTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
