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.
1.
I bought my wife a stane o' lint
As guid as e'er did grow,
And a' that she has made o' that
Is ae puir pund o' tow.
2.
There sat a bottle in a bole
Beyont the ingle low;
And ay she took the tither souk
To drouk the stourie tow.
3.
Quoth I :- ' For shame, ye dirty dame,
Gae spin your tap o' tow!'
She took the rock, and wi' a knock
She brake it o'er my pow.
4.
At last her feet - I sang to see't! -
Gaed foremost o'er the knowe,
And or I wad anither jad,
I'll wallop in a tow.

The Weary Pound Of Yarn

Chorus
The weary pound, the weary pound,
The weary pound of yarn!
I think my wife will end her life
Before she spins her yarn.

I bought my wife a stone of flax
As good as ever did grow,
And all that she has made of that
Is one poor pound of yarn.

There sat a bottle in a hole in the wall
Beyond the fireplace flame; (at the back of the fireplace)
And always she took the other suck
To wet the dusty yarn.

Said I :- ' For shame, you dirty dame,
Go spin your bunch of yarn!'
She took the rock, and with a knock
She broke it over my head.

At last her feet - I sang to see it! -
Went foremost over the hill,
And if I wed another woman,
I will dangle in a rope.