Wee Winsome Thing

[These words were written for Thomson: or rather made extempore. "I
might give you something more profound," says the poet, "yet it might
not suit the light-horse gallop of the air, so well as this random
clink."]

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.