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Sung by Peter Morrison

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

Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing,
Lovely wee thing wer't thou mine,
I wad wear thee in my bosom,
Lest my jewel I should tine.
Wistfully, I look and languish
In that bonnie face o' thine.
And my hert 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 wad wear thee in my bosom,
Lest my jewel I should tine.

Wit and Grace and Love and Beauty
In yae constellation shine!
To adore thee is my duty
Goddess o' this soul o' mine!
Wistfully, I look and languish
In that bonnie face o' thine.
And my hert 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 wad wear thee in my bosom,
Lest my jewel I should tine.