Poem by Robert Burns

The Bonnie Wee Thing

BONNIE wee thing, cannie wee thing,
  Lovely wee thing, wert thou mine,
I wad wear thee in my bosom,
  Lest my jewel it should tine.

Wishfully I look and languish
  In that bonnie face o’ thine;
And my heart it stounds wi’ anguish,
  Lest my wee thing be na mine.

Wit, and grace, and love, and beauty,
  In as constellation shine;
To adore thee is my duty,
  Goddess o’ this soul o’ mine!

1. Blythe Was She
2. Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns
3. Lovely Davies
4. It Is Na, Jean, Thy Bonnie Face
5. The Lass of Ecclefechan

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