she's bow-hough'd, she's hein-shin'd,

ae limpin leg a hand-breed shorter;

she's twisted right, she's twisted left,

to balance fair in ilka quarter:

she has a lump upon her breast,

the twin o' that upon her shouther;

sic a wife as willie had,

i wadna gie a button for her!

auld baudrons 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 wadna gie a button for her!