My Love's a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonnie wee thing, She has promis'd right soon to be 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.
My Love's a winsome wee thing
Set by (Franz) Joseph Haydn (1732 - 1809), "My Love's a winsome wee thing", Hob. XXXIa:268, JHW XXXII/4 no. 277  [sung text checked 1 time]
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- a text in Scottish (Scots) by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796), "My wife's a winsome wee thing"
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Glossary:Winsome = desirable
Neist = next
Tine = will be lost
Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani
O blessings on my wee thing, My kindly blythesome wee thing, With the hand and heart o' my wee thing, My lot will be almost divine. In Roslin's fairest bower, I'll shelter this sweet flower, Nae blast nor sleety shower Shall blight this rose of mine. I doat on ilka feature Of this dear artless creature, This darling child of Nature, More precious than light to my eye. In vain I've roam'd for pleasure, Through follies without measure; But now I've found a treasure Too rich for a king to buy.
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Glossary: ilka = each, everyResearcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani