The Modiewark

The modiewark has done me ill, And below my apron has biggit a hill; I maun consult some learned clark About this wanton Modiewark. An' o the wanton modiewark, The weary wanton modiewark; I maun consult some learned clark About this wanton Modiewark. O first it gat between my taes, Out o'er my garter niest it gaes; At length it crap below my sark, The weary wanton modiewark. This modiewark, tho' it be blin'; If ance its nose you lat it in, Then to the hilts, within a crack It's out o' sight, the modiewark. When Marjorie was made a bride, An Willy lay down by her side, Syne nocht was hard, when a' was dark, But kicking t the modiewark. An' o the wanton modiewark, The weary wanton modiewark; I maun consult some learned clark About this wanton Modiewark.