Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс)

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 waeld’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.

1. The Rantin’ Dog the Daddie O’t
2. The Bonnie Lass of Albany
3. Out Over The Forth
4. Forlorn, my Love
5. Behold the Hour

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