Willie Wastle

Poem By Robert Burns

Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed,
The spot they ca'd it Linkumdoddie.
Willie was a wabster guid
Could stown a clue wi onie body.
He had a wife was dour and din,
O, Tinkler Maidgie was her mither!
Sic a wife as Willie had,
I wad na gie a button for her.

She has an e'e (she has but ane),
The cat has twa the very colour,
Five rusty teeth, forbye a stump,
A clapper-toungue wad deave a miller;
A whiskin beard about her mou,
Her nose and chin they threaten ither:
Sic a wife as Willie had,
I wad na gie a button for her.

She's bow-hough'd, she's hem-shin'd,
Ae limpin leg a hand-breed shorter;
She's twisted right, she's twisted left,
To balance fair in ilka quarter;
She has a hump upon her breast,
The twin o that upon her shouther:
Sic a wife as Willie had,
I wad na gie a button for her.

Auld baudrans by the ingle sits,
An wi her loof her face a-washin;
But Willie's wife is nae sae trig,
She dights her frunzie wi a hushion;
Her walie nieves like midden-creels,
Her face wad fyle the Logan Water:
Sic a wife as Willie had,
I wad na gie a button for her.

Comments about Willie Wastle

I don't like it.It sounds like a robot
Willie Wastle dwelt on Tweed, The spot they called it Linkumdoddie. Willie was a weaver good Could stown a clew with any body. packs a ball of thread'.) He had a wife was sullen and dun (dark complexioned) , O, Tinker (Gypsy) Maidgeie was her mother! Such a wife as Willie had, I would not give a button for her. She has an eye (she has but one) , The cat has two the very (same) colour, Five rusty teeth, besides a stump, A (bell) clapper-tongue would deafen a miller; A whisker beard about her mouth, Her nose and chin they threaten each other (nearly meet) : Such a wife as Willie had, I would not give a button for her. She is bow legged, she is hem-shin'd (also bow legged) , One limping leg a hand-breadth shorter; She is twisted right, she is twisted left, To balance fair in each quarter; She has a hump upon her breast, The twin of that upon her shoulder: Such a wife as Willie had, I would not give a button for her. Old cats by the fireplace sits, And with her paw her face a-washing; But Willie's wife in not so neat, She wipes her face with a footless stocking; Her ample fists like manure baskets, Her face would foul the Logan Water: Such a wife as Willie had, I would not give a button for her.


Rating Card

3,0 out of 5
40 total ratings

Other poems of BURNS

A Red, Red Rose

O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

A Fond Kiss

A fond kiss, and then we sever;
A farewell, and then forever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.

A Man's A Man For A' That

Is there for honesty poverty
That hings his head, an' a' that;
The coward slave - we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a' that!

A Winter Night

When biting Boreas, fell and doure,
Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r;
When Phœbus gies a short-liv'd glow'r,
Far south the lift,

Auld Lang Syne

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!

A Bard's Epitaph

Is there a whim-inspired fool,
Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule,
Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool,
Let him draw near;