my wife's a winsome wee thing
air—“my wife's a wanton wee thing.”
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 i'll wear her,
for fear my jewel tine,
she is a winsome, c.
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.
she is a winsome, c.