BONNY WEE THING
Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing,
Lovely wee thing, wert thou mine,
I would wear thee in my bosom,
Lest my jewel I should tine.
Wishfully I look and languish,
In that bonnie face of thine;
And my heart it stounds wi' anguish,
Lest my wee thing be na mine.
Wit, and Grace, and Love, and Beauty,
In a constellation shine;
To adore thee is my duty,
Goddess o' this soul o' mine!
A beautiful lyric from the pen of Scotland's greatest song-writer, our
National Bard, Robert Burns, to mark the 200th posted to 'Sing A Sang At
Least'. Robert Burns was still at Ellisland when he composed and
presented this song to Deborah Davies, a relative of Captain Robert Riddell
of Friar's Corse. Burns wrote to her - "Composed on my little idol,
'the charming, lovely Davies'"
Allan Cunningham noted that "She was of small stature but of exquisite form
and beauty, and possessed more than an average share of mental graces."
She certainly inspired Robert Burns to compose a bonny song in her honour.