The Wife Wrapt in Wether’s Skin
No: 277; variant: 277D
- 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
- He courted her and he brought her hame,
An thought she would prove a thrifty dame.
- She could nether spin nor caird,
But sit in her chair and dawt the laird.
- She wadna bake and she wadna brew,
An a’ was for spoiling her delicate hue.
- She wadna wash nor wad she wring,
For spoiling o her gay goud ring.
- But he has taen him to his sheep-fauld,
An taen the best weather by the spauld.
- Aff o the weather he took the skin,
An rowt his bonny lady in.
- ‘I dare na thump you, for your proud kin,
But well sall I lay to my ain weather’s skin.’