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THE modiewark has done me ill, And below my apron has biggit a hill; I maun consult some learned dark About this wanton modiewark. An' O the wanton modiewark, The weary wanton modiewark; I maun consult some learned dark 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. An' O, &c.
This modiewark, tho' it be blin'; If ance its nose you lat it in, Then to the hilts, within a crack I'ts out o sight, the modiewark. An' O, &c.
When Marjorie was made a bride, An' Willy lay down by her side, Syne nocht was hard, when a' was dark But kicking at the modiewark. An' O, &c.
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