Robert Burns

My Tochers the Jewel

written in 1792

O meikle thinks my Luve o' my beauty, And meikle thinks my Luve o' my kin; But little thinks my Luve, I ken brawlie, My tocher's the jewel has charms for him. It's a' for the apple he'll nourish the tree; It's a' for the hiney he'll cherish the bee; My laddie's sae meikle in love wi' the siller, He canna hae luve to spare for me. Your proffer o' luve's an airle-penny, My tocher's the bargain ye wad buy; But an ye be crafty, I am cunnin, Sae ye wi' anither your fortune maun try. Ye're like to the timmer o' yon rotten wood, Ye're like to the bark o' yon rotten tree, Ye'll slip frae me like a knotless thread, And ye'll crack your credit wi' mae nor me.

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