The Wife Wrapt in Wether’s Skin
No: 277; variant: 277C
- THERE was a wee cooper who lived in Fife,
Nickity, nackity, noo, noo, noo
And he has gotten a gentle wife.
Hey Willie Wallacky, how John Dougall,
Alane, quo Rushety, roue, roue, roue
- She wadna bake, nor she wadna brew,
For the spoiling o her comely hue.
- She wadna card, nor she wadna spin,
For the shaming o her gentle kin.
- She wadna wash, nor she wadna wring,
For the spoiling o her gouden ring.
- The cooper’s awa to his woo-pack
And has laid a sheep-skin on his wife’s back.
- ‘It’s I’ll no thrash ye, for your proud kin,
But I will thrash my ain sheep-skin.’
- ‘Of, I will bake, and I will brew,
And never mair think on my comely hue.
- ‘Oh, I will card, and I will spin,
And never mair think on my gentle kin.
- ‘Oh, I will wash, and I will wring,
And never mair think on my gouden ring.’
- A’ ye wha hae gotten a gentle wife
Send ye for the wee cooper o Fife.