Here are the rest of the lyrics (still tuneless):
It's a terrible story to have to be telt
And a terrible thing to be done
For what kind of a man is it slaughters his wife
And sells her a shilling a pun.
For lifting his knife and ending her life
And hanging her high like a sheep
You widnae object but you widnae expect
He would sell the poor woman so cheap.
But the Gallowgate folk were delighted
It didnae cause them any tears
They swore that Willie's wife Mary
Was the best meat he'd sold them in years.