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Child 277
The Wife Wrapt in Wether's Skin
Version D

Jamieson-Brown Manuscript, Appendix, p. iii, letter of R. Scott to Jamieson, June 9, 1805.

Narrative

1   There livd a laird down into Fife,
Riftly, raftly, now, now, now
An he has married a bonny young wife.
Hey Jock Simpleton, Jenny['s] white petticoat,
Robin a Rashes, now, now, now
2   He courted her and he brought her hame,
An thought she would prove a thrifty dame.
3   She could nether spin nor caird,
But sit in her chair and dawt the laird.
4   She wadna bake and she wadna brew,
An a' was for spoiling her delicate hue.
5   She wadna wash nor wad she wring,
For spoiling o her gay goud ring.
6   But he has taen him to his sheep-fauld,
An taen the best weather by the spauld.
7   Aff o the weather he took the skin,
An rowt his bonny lady in.
8   'I dare na thump you, for your proud kin,
But well sall I lay to my ain weather's skin.'
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