Bonie Wee Thing, The

Robert Burns

Chorus:- Bonie wee thing, cannie wee thing, 
Lovely wee thing, wert thou mine, 
I wad wear thee in my bosom, 
Lest my jewel it should tine. 
 
Wishfully I look and languish 
In that bonie face o' thine, 
And my heart it sounds wi' anguish, 
Lest my wee thing be na mine. 
[Chorus] 
 
Wit and Grace, and Love, and Beauty, 
In ae constellation shine; 
To adore thee in my duty, 
Goddess o' this soul o' mine! 
[Chorus] 

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