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Ah, what are silks and satins braw?
What's a' his warldly gear to me?
They're daft that cast themselves awa,
Whar nae content nor love can be.
A lad sae blythe, &c.
I couldna bide the silly clash
Came hourly frae the gawkie laird,
And sae, to stop his gab and lash,
With Jamie to the kirk repaired.
A lad sae blythe, &c.
Now ilk simmer's day sae lang,
And winter's clad wi' frost and snaw,
A tunelu' lilt and bonny sang,
Aye keep dull care and strife awa.
A lad sae blythe, &c.
MY WIFE'S A WINSOME WEE THING
She is a winsome wee thing,
She is a handsome wee thing,
She is a bonny wee thing,
This sweet wee wife o' mine.
I never saw a fairer,
I never loed a dearer,
And niest 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.
