Poetry of Burns
Robert Burns
born 1759, died 1796 |
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My Wife 'S A Winsome Wee Thing
She is a winsome wee thing,
She is a handsome wee thing,
She is a bonnie wee thing,
This sweet wee wife o' mine.
I never saw a fairer,
I never lo'ed a dearer:
And neist my heart I 'll wear her,
For fear my jewel tine.
She is a winsome wee thing,
She is a handsome wee thing,
She is a bonnie wee thing,
This sweet wee wife o' mine.
The warld's wrack we share o't,
The warstle and the care o't;
Wi' her I 'll blythly bear it,
And think my lot divine.
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