CLXXX.
Reading edition
THE WINSOME WEE THING.
[These words were written for Thomson: or rather made extempore. “I might give you something more profound,” says the poet, “yet it might not suit the light-horse gallop of the air, so well as this random clink.”]
I.
She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonnie wee thing, This sweet wee wife o’ mine.
II.
I never saw a fairer, I never lo’ed a dearer; And niest my heart I’ll wear her, For fear my jewel tine.
III.
She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonnie wee thing, This sweet wee wife o’ mine.
IV.
The warld’s wrack we share o’t, The warstle and the care o’t; Wi’ her I’ll blythely bear it, And think my lot divine.