Be ay preserv’d frae doleful wrecks.
May your wee house, baith snug and warm,
Be safe frae ev’ry rude alarm
Of wandering lovers, who’d essay
To make soft innocence their prey:
Or ruffians, cast in rougher mould,
Whose sordid bosoms beat for gold.
Content grows joy, in meeting there}
The little, lovely, blooming fair,}
Who makes thy cot and thee her care;}