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.