Robert Anderson

(1770-1833 / Scotland)

A Weyfe For Wully Miller

Hout, Wully, lad! cock up thy head,
Nor fash thysel about her;
Nought comes o' nought, sae tek nae thought,
Tou's better far widout her.
Peer man! her fadder weel we ken,
He's but an ass--buird meaker;
But she's town--bred, and, silly gowk!
Thou'd gi'e thy teeth to teake her.

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