I Wadna gi’e my ain wife For ony wife I see; I wadna gi’e my ain wife For ony wife I see; A bonnier yet I ’ve never seen, A better canna be— I wadna gi’e my ain wife For ony wife I see! O couthie is my ingle-cheek, An’ cheerie is my Jean; I never see her angry look, Nor hear her word on ane. She ’s gude wi’ a’ the neebours roun’ An’ aye gude wi’ me— I wadna gi’e my ain wife For ony wife I see. An’ O her looks sae kindlie, They melt my heart outright, When o’er the baby at her breast She hangs wi’ fond delight; She looks intil its bonnie face, An’ syne looks to me— I wadna gi’e my ain wife For ony wife I see.
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VIII. Wedded Love