Chorus: An' O the wanton modiewark, The weary, wanton modiewark; I maun consult some learned clerk About this wanton modiewark. The modiewark has done me ill, And below my apron has biggit a hill; I maun consult some learned clerk About this wanton modiewark.

O first it gat between my taes, Out o'er my garter neist it gaes; At length it crap below my sark, The weary, wanton modiewark. This modiewark, tho' it be blin' If ance its nose you lat it in, Then to the hilts, within a crack, It's out o' sight, the modiewark.

When Marjorie was made a bride An' Willy lay down by her side, Syne nocht was heard, when a' was dark, But kicking at the modiewark.