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.