Tweedmouth Town

Near Tweedmouth town there lived three maids
Wha used to drink good ale
And there likewise there lived three wives
Wha sometimes wagged their tail
They often met, to drink and chat
And tell odd tales of men
Crying, when shall we meet again and again
Crying, when shall we meet again

Not far from these, there lived three widows
With complexions wan and pale
Wha seldom used to drink and bouse
And seldom wagged their tail
They sighed, they pined, they grieved, they whined
And often did complain
Shall we, said they, ne'er sport nor play
Nor wag our tails again and again
Nor wag our tails again

Nine northern lads with their Scots plaids
By the Union, British called
All nine-inch men, to the bousing came
Wi' their brawny backs I'm told
They all agreed to cross the Tweed
And ease them of their pain
They laid them all down
Mowed them around
And crossed the Tweed again and again
And crossed the Tweed again