(Robert Burns)
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 gave my wife a stane o' lint as good as e'er did grow
And a' that she has made o' that is ae poor pund o' tow
There sat a bottle in a bole ayont the ingle low
And aye she took another sook to drouk the stourie to
Cries I, For shame, ye dirty dame, gae spin your tap o' tow
She took the rock, and wi' a knock brak' it o'er my pow
At last her feet, I sang to see't, gae'd skippin' o'er yon knowe
And e'er I wad another jad', I'll wallop in a tow
So come all ye jolly bachelors that fain would married be (fain - eager to)
I pray you be advised, tak' this note from me
A single life is free frae strife, frae sorrow, grief and woe
Besides a wife will end your life wi' the weary pund o' tow
weary - tiresome; tow - spun hemp or flax
stone: 14lbs; lint - flax
bole - recess; ingle - fireplace; low - glow; sook - drink; drouk - wet; stourie - dusty
tap - load; pow - head
jad' - woman; wallop - swing
(as sung by Tony Cuffe)