my wife's a winsome wee thing

    air—“my wife's a wanton wee thing.”

    chorus.—she is a winsome wee thing,

    she is a handsome wee thing,

    she is a lo'esome wee thing,

    this dear wee wife o' mine.

    i never saw a fairer,

    i never lo'ed a dearer,

    and neist my heart i'll wear her,

    for fear my jewel tine,

    she is a winsome, c.

    the warld's wrack we share o't;

    the warstle and the care o't;

    wi' her i'll blythely bear it,

    and think my lot divine.

    she is a winsome, c.