THERE was twa wives, and twa witty wives,
As e’er play’d houghmagandie,
And they coos toot, upon a time,
Out o’er a drink o’ brandy;
Up Maggy rose, and forth she goes,
And she leaves auld Mary flytin,
She farted by the byre-en’
For she was gauna shiten.

She farted by the byre –en’,
She farted by the stable;
And thick and nimble were her steps
As fast as she was able:
Till at yon dyke-back the hurly brak,
But raxin for some dockins,
The beans and pease cam down her thighs,
And she cackit a’ her stockins.