The Moudiwark

The moudiwark has done me ill,And below my apron has biggit a hill,I maun consult some learned clark,About this wanton moudiwark.

And O the wanton moudiwark,The weary wanton moudiwark,I maun consult my learned clark,About this wanton moudiwark.

O first it gat between my taes,Out o'er my garter neist it gaes,At length it crap below my sark,The weary wanton moudiwark.

And O the, &c.

This moudiwark, tho' it be blin',If ance the nose o't you let in,Then to the hilts, within a crack,The weary wanton moudiwark,

And O the, &c.

When Marjorie was made a bride,And Willie lay down by her side.Syne nought was heard when it was dark,But kicking at the moudiwark.

And O the, &c.