the weary pund o' tow
chorus.—the weary pund, the weary pund,
the weary pund o' tow;
i think my wife will end her life,
before she spin her tow.
i bought my wife a stane o' lint,
as gude as e'er did grow,
and a' that she has made o' that
is ae puir pund o' tow.
the weary pund, &c.
there sat a bottle in a bole,
beyont the ingle low;
and aye she took the tither souk,