Robert Burns<\/p>\n
Chorus.-She is a winsome wee thing,
\nShe is a handsome wee thing,
\nShe is a lo’esome wee thing,
\nThis dear wee wife o’ mine.<\/p>\n
I never saw a fairer,
\nI never lo’ed a dearer,
\nAnd neist my heart I’ll wear her,
\nFor fear my jewel tine,<\/p>\n
She is a winsome, &c.<\/p>\n
The warld’s wrack we share o’t;
\nThe warstle and the care o’t;
\nWi’ her I’ll blythely bear it,
\nAnd think my lot divine.<\/p>\n
She is a winsome, &c.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Robert Burns Chorus.-She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a lo’esome wee thing, This dear wee wife o’ mine. I never saw a fairer, I never lo’ed a dearer, And neist my heart … Continue reading