The Modiewark
Chorus:
An' O the wanton modiewark,
The weary, wanton modiewark;
I maun consult some learned clerk
About this wanton modiewark.
The modiewark has done me ill,
And below my apron has biggit a hill;
I maun consult some learned clerk
About this wanton modiewark.
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 modiewark.
This modiewark, tho' it be blin'
If ance its nose you lat it in,
Then to the hilts, within a crack,
It's out o' sight, the modiewark.
When Marjorie was made a bride
An' Willy lay down by her side,
Syne nocht was heard, when a' was dark,
But kicking at the modiewark.