Bonnie Wee Thing

Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing,
Lovely wee thing wer't thou mine,
I would wear thee in my bosom,
Lest my jewel I should tine.

Wistfully, I look and languish,
In that bonnie face of thine.
And my heart it stounds wi' anguish
Lest my wee thing be na mine.

Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing,
Lovely wee thing wer't thou mine.
I would wear thee in my bosom
Lest my jewel I should tine.

Wit and grace and love and beauty
In a constellation shine,
To adore thee is my duty Goddess
0' this soul 0' mine.

Wistfully I look and languish
In that bonnie face of thine.
And my heart it stounds wi' anguish
Lest my wee thing be na mine.

Bonnie wee thing,
cannie wee thing,
Lovely wee thing,
wer't thou mine.
I would wear thee in my bosom
Lest my jewel I should tine.

(Bonnie Wee Thing)
Written by Robert Burns in praise of 'my little idol, the charming lovely Davies. Disappointed in love, she died of a broken heart.

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