my wife's a winsome wee thing
    air—“my wife's a wanton wee thing.”
    chorus.—she is a winsome wee thing,
    she is a handsome wee thing,
    she is a lo'esome wee thing,
    this dear wee wife o' mine.
    i never saw a fairer,
    i never lo'ed a dearer,
    and neist my heart i'll wear her,
    for fear my jewel tine,
    she is a winsome, c.
    the warld's wrack we share o't;
    the warstle and the care o't;
    wi' her i'll blythely bear it,
    and think my lot divine.
    she is a winsome, c.