I neither gat plenishing, siller, nor land,
Wi' the bonnie wee lassie that gae me her hand;
But I gat a kind heart, an' a lovely black e'e,
And these were worth manors and mailings to me.
I might had a wife wi' a boardin'-school air,
Bedizon'd wi' trinkets and pearlins sae rare;
A weel stockit purse, an' a lang pedigree,
But these without true love wad ne'er suited me.
Commend me to Jeanie, there's grace in her air,
And purity reigns in her bosom sae fair;
The tones o' her voice, and the blink o' her e'e,
An' her smiles sae bewitchin' are treasures to me.
When absent frae her how my bliss is impair'd.
Tho' I dine wi' the leddies an' drink wi' the laird;
But to meet her again, an' her sweet bairnies three
Is worth manors, an' mailings, an' kingdoms to me.
This comment system requires
you to be logged in through either a Disqus account or an
account you already have with Google, Twitter, Facebook or
Yahoo. In the event you don't have an account with any of these
companies then you can create an account with Disqus. All
comments are moderated so they won't display until the moderator
has approved your comment.