Our Jock’s Broke Yesterday

Twa neighbour wives sat in the sun
A-twining at their rocks
And they an argument begun
And all the plea was cocks

Twas whether they were sinew strong
Or whether they were bone?
And how they rolled aboot your thumb
And how they stood alone

First, Rachel gae her rock a tug
And then she clawed her tail
“When our Tam draws his breeches on
It waggles like a flail”

Says Bess, “They're bone, I will maintain
And proof you can't deny
For our jock's thing broke yesterday
And I found it down my thigh”