V.
We hae plighted our troth, my Mary,
In mutual affection to join;
And curst be the cause that shall part us!
The hour and the moment o’ time!
CLXXX.
THE WINSOME WEE 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.