The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

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To own the tales o'faithfu love, ob, wha wad no comply?
Sin' pure love gies mair o' happiness than anght aneath
the sky.
Where love is in the bosom thus, the heart can ne'er
be sad ;
iSae, through life, I'll loe the laddie that wears the
crook and plaid.
MY WIFE'S A WANTON WEE THING.
Tune—My •wife's a wanton race thing.
My wife's a wanton wee thing,
My wife's a wanton wee thing.
My wife's a wanton wee thing;
She winna be guided by me.
She play'd the loon ere she was married,
She play'd the loon ere she was married,
She play'd the loon ere she was married
She'll do't again ere she die !
She sell'd her coat, and she drank it.
She sell'd her coat, and she drank it.
She row'd hersell in a blanket
She winna be guided by me.
She mind't na when I forbade her,
She mind't na when I forbade her ;
I took a rung and I claw'd her,
And a braw gude bairn was she ! *
* From Johnson's Scots Musical Museum, vol. III. 1790. The two first
stanzas, however, appear in Herd's Collection, 1776.