The Book of Scottish Song/Willie wi' his wig a-jee

Willie wi’ his wig a-jee.

[William Chalmers.]

Oh, saw ye Willie frae the west?
⁠Oh, saw ye Willie in his glee?
Oh, saw ye Willie frae the west,
⁠When he had got his wig a-jee?
There's "Scots wha ha'e wi' Wallace bled,"
⁠He towers it up in sic a key,
Oh saw ye Willie, hearty lad,
⁠When he had got his wig a-jee.

To hear him sing a canty air,
⁠He lilts it o'er sae charmingly,
That in a moment aff flies care,
⁠When Willie gets his wig a-jee.
Let drones croon o'er a winter night,
⁠A fig for them, whate'er they be,
For I could sit till morning light,
⁠Wi' Willie and his wig a-jee.

At kirk on Sundays, sic a change
⁠Comes o'er his wig, and mou', and e'e,
Sae douse—you'd think a cannon ball
⁠Wad scarce ca' Willie's wig a-jee.
But when on Mondays be begins,
⁠And rants and roars continually,
Till ilk owk's end, the very weans
⁠Gang daft—when Willie's wig's a-jee.

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