MY blessin's upon thy sweet wee lippie!
My blessin's upon thy e'e-brie!
Thy smiles are sae like my blythe sodger laddie,
Thou's aye the dearer, and dearer to me!
But I'll big a bow'r on yon bonie banks,
Whare Tay rins wimplin' by sae clear;
An' I'll cleed thee in the tartan sae fine,
And mak thee a man like thy daddie dear.
More verses by Robert Burns
- Epitaph On A Noted Coxcomb
- Song—lady Onlie, Honest Luckie
- Versicles On Sign-Posts
- Song—kenmure's On And Awa, Willie
- Song—raging Fortune: A Fragment