My blessin’s upon thy sweet wee lippie,
My blessin’s upon thy bonnie e’e brie!
Thy smiles are sae like my blythe sodger laddie,
Thou’s ay the dearer and dearer to me!
But I’ll big a bower on yon bonnie banks,
Where Tay rins wimplin’ by sae clear;
And I’ll cleed thee in the tartan sae fine,
And mak thee a man like thy daddie dear.
XXXIII.
THE JOYFUL WIDOWER.
Tune—“Maggy Lauder.”
[Most of this song is by Burns: his fancy was fierce with images of matrimonial joy or infelicity, and he had them ever ready at the call of the muse. It was first printed in the Musical Museum.]
I.
I married with a scolding wife
The fourteenth of November;
She made me weary of my life,
By one unruly member.
Long did I bear the heavy yoke,
And many griefs attended;
But to my comfort be it spoke,
Now, now her life is ended.
II.
We liv’d full one-and-twenty years
A man and wife together;
At length from me her course she steer’d,
And gone I know not whither:
Would I could guess, I do profess,
I speak, and do not flatter,
Of all the woman in the world,
I never could come at her.