Chorus.-She is a winsome wee thing,
She is a handsome wee thing,
She is a lo’esome wee thing,
This dear weewife o’mine.
I never sawa fairer,
I never lo’eda dearer,
And neistmy heart I’ll wear her,
For fear my jewel tine,
She is a winsome, &c.
The warld’s wrack we share o’t;
The warstleand the care o’t;
Wi’her I’ll blythely bearit,
And think my lot divine.
She is a winsome, &c.