And sic a lassie by him?
O wha can prudence think upon,
And sae in love as I am?

How blest the wild-wood Indian's fate!
He woos his artless dearie--
The silly bogles, Wealth and State, [goblins]
Can never make him eerie. [afraid]


MY WIFE'S A WINSOME WEE THING

She is a winsome wee thing,
She is a handsome wee thing,
She is a lo'esome wee thing,
This sweet wee wife o' mine.

I never saw a fairer,
I never lo'ed a dearer,
And neist my heart I'll wear her, [next]
For fear my jewel tine. [be lost]

The warld's wrack, we share o't,
The warstle and the care o't; [struggle]
Wi' her I'll blythely bear it,
And think my lot divine.

Similarly, most of the lyrics addressed to Clarinda in Edinburgh are
marked by the sentimentalism and affectation of an affair that engaged
only one side, and that among the least pleasing, of the many-sided