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/ O hae ye heard the latest news / O' Mistress Mucklewame? / Her doctor hadna pickit up / Her trouble here at hame, / Sae they took her tae a speeshalist / To fin' oot what was wrang, / An' it seems noo a' the bother / Has been ang-bang-pang.
Faith, in the marriage market then / Her man's had little luck, / She's just a muckle creishy lump / That waddles like a juck; / But the nerves gaun through her body's / Been the trouble a' alang, / An' its complicated noo, ye see, / By ang-bang-pang.
I've aye held oot oor doctor / Was a skeely man afore, / But I'll never lat the cratur noo / A stap inside the door! / A' up an' doon the parish / It has made a bonny sang, / That he didna ken his neebor's wife / Had ang-bang-pang.
They've pit her in hot water baths / To lat the body steep, / They're feedin' her on tablets / Frae the puddens o' a sheep, / They're talkin' o' a foreign spaw / Upon the continang, / They think they'll maybe cure her there / O' ang-bang-pang.
There's mony ways o' deein' that / Oor faithers didna ken, / For ae way foond in "Buchan," noo / The doctors gie us ten; / But I hope to a' the Pooers abune / Auld Death may be owre thrang / To come an' smoor my vital spark / Wi' ang-bang-pang.