The woodbine in the dewy weet
When evening shades in silence meet,
Is nocht sae fragrant or sae sweet
As is a kiss o’ Willy.
HE.
Let Fortune’s wheel at random rin,
And fools may tyne, and knaves may win
My thoughts are a’ bound up in ane,
And that’s my ain dear Philly.
SHE.
What’s a’ joys that gowd can gie?
I care nae wealth a single flie;
The lad I love’s the lad for me,
And that’s my ain dear Willy.
CCXXXVI.
CONTENTED WI’ LITTLE.
Tune—“Lumps o’ Pudding.”
[Burns was an admirer of many songs which the more critical and fastidious regarded as rude and homely. “Todlin Hame” he called an unequalled composition for wit and humour, and “Andro wi’ his cutty Gun,” the work of a master. In the same letter, where he records these sentiments, he writes his own inimitable song, “Contented wi’ Little.”]