My Ain Wife

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.