There lives a landart laird in Fife,
And he has married a dandily wife:
She wadna shape, nor yet wad she sew,
But sit wi' her cummers, and fill hersel' fu'.

She wadna spin, nor yet wad she card;
But she wad sit and crack wi' the laird.
Sae he is doun to the sheep-fauld,
And cleekit a wether by the spauld.

He's whirled aff the gude wether's slcn,
And wrapped the dandily lady therein,
"I downa pay you, for your gentle kin;
But weel may I skelp my wether's skin."