Poem for September 6, 2025

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.