Contains some strong language

There Was Twa Wives

There was twa wives, and twa witty wives, As e'er play'd houghmagandie, And they coost oot, upon a time, Out o'er a drink o brandy; Up Maggie rose, and forth she goes, And she leaves auld Mary flytin, And she farted by the byre-en' For she was gaun a shiten. She farted by the byre-en', She farted by the stable; And thick and nimble were her steps As fast as she was able: Till at yon dyke-back the hurly brak, But raxin for some dockins, The beans and pease cam down her thighs, And she cackit a' her stockins.


Paul Higgins
Alison Peebles

About this work

This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1792 and is read here by Paul Higgins.

Themes for this song

friendship drink bawdry

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