The Bonnie Wee Thing.

Tune - "Bonnie wee thing."


I.

    Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing,
        Lovely wee thing, wert thou mine,
    I wad wear thee in my bosom,
        Lest my jewel I 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.

II.

    Wit, and grace, and love, and beauty
        In ae constellation shine;
    To adore thee is my duty,
        Goddess o' this soul o' mine!
    Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing.
        Lovely wee thing, wert thou mine,
    I wad wear thee in my bosom,
        Lest my jewel I should tine!

Robert Burns

Robert Burns, also known as Rabbie Burns, the Bard of Ayrshire, and various other names and epithets, was a Scottish poet and lyricist. He is widely regarded as the national poet of Scotland and is celebrated worldwide. Born on January 25, 1759, in Alloway, he is best known for works such as 'Auld Lang Syne,' 'Scots Wha Hae,' and 'A Red, Red Rose.' He passed away on July 21, 1796, in Dumfries.

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Oh, Wert Thou In The Cauld Blast.

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Fair Eliza.

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Written On A Pane Of Glass, In The Inn At Moffat.

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Halloween.[1]

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The Winsome Wee Thing.

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.

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'Twas Na Her Bonnie Blue Een.

Tune - *Laddie, lie near me.*


I.

    'Twas na her bonnie blue een was my ruin;
    Fair tho' she be, that was ne'er my undoing:
    'Twas the dear smile when naebody did mind us,
    'Twas the bewitching, sweet stown glance o' kindness.

II.

    Sair do I fear that to hope is denied me,
    Sair do I fear that despair maun abide me!
    But tho' fell fortune should fate us to sever,
    Queen shall she be in my bosom for ever.

III.

    Mary, I'm thine wi' a passion sincerest,
    And thou hast plighted me love o' the dearest!
    And thou'rt the angel that never can alter -
    Sooner the sun in his motion would falter.

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Bonnie Peg.

I.

    As I came in by our gate end,
        As day was waxin' weary,
    O wha came tripping down the street,
        But Bonnie Peg my dearie!

II.

    Her air sae sweet, and shape complete,
        Wi' nae proportion wanting;
    The Queen of Love did never move
        Wi' motion mair enchanting.

III.

    Wi' linked hands, we took the sands
        A-down yon winding river;
    And, oh! that hour and broomy bower,
        Can I forget it ever?

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O Bonnie Was Yon Rosy Brier.

I.

    O Bonnie was yon rosy brier,
        That blooms sae far frae haunt o' man,
    And bonnie she, and ah, how dear!
        It shaded frae the e'enin sun.

II.

    Yon rosebuds in the morning dew
        How pure, amang the leaves sae green:
    But purer was the lover's vow
        They witness'd in their shade yestreen.

III.

    All in its rude and prickly bower,
        That crimson rose, how sweet and fair!
    But love is far a sweeter flower
        Amid life's thorny path o' care.

IV.

    The pathless wild, and wimpling burn,
        Wi' Chloris in my arms, be mine;
    And I the world, nor wish, nor scorn,
        Its joys and griefs alike resign.

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Bonnie Peggy Alison.

Tune - "Braes o' Balquihidder."


Chorus.

    I'll kiss thee yet, yet,
        An' I'll kiss thee o'er again;
    An' I'll kiss thee yet, yet,
        My bonnie Peggy Alison!

I.

    Ilk care and fear, when thou art near,
        I ever mair defy them, O;
    Young kings upon their hansel throne
        Are no sae blest as I am, O!

II.

    When in my arms, wi' a' thy charms,
        I clasp my countless treasure, O,
    I seek nae mair o' Heaven to share
        Than sic a moment's pleasure, O!

III.

    And by thy een, sae bonnie blue,
        I swear, I'm thine for ever, O!
    And on thy lips I seal my vow,
            And break it shall I never, O!
                I'll kiss t...

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Bonnie Lesley.

I.

    O saw ye bonnie Lesley
        As she ga'ed o'er the border?
    She's gane, like Alexander,
        To spread her conquests farther.

II.

    To see her is to love her,
        And love but her for ever;
    For Nature made her what she is,
        And never made anither!

III.

    Thou art a queen, fair Lesley,
        Thy subjects we, before thee:
    Thou art divine, fair Lesley,
        The hearts o' men adore thee.

IV.

    The deil he could na scaith thee,
        Or aught that wad belang thee;
    He'd look into thy bonnie face,
        And say, "I canna wrang thee."

V.

    The powers aboon will tent thee;
        Misfortune sha' na steer thee:
    Thou'rt like...

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