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Song—My Wife’s a winsome wee thing
Chorus.—She is a winsome wee thing,
She is a handsome wee thing,
She is a loÂ’esome wee thing,
This dear wee wife oÂ’ mine.
I NEVER saw a fairer,
I never loÂ’ed a dearer,
And neist my heart IÂ’ll wear her,
For fear my jewel tine,
She is a winsome, &c.
The warldÂ’s wrack we share oÂ’t;
The warstle and the care oÂ’t;
WiÂ’ her IÂ’ll blythely bear it,
And think my lot divine.
She is a winsome, &c.
Poems by Robert Burns
Song—Sic a Wife as Willie had
Willie wastle dwalt on Tweed,
The spot they caÂ’d it Linkumdoddie;
Willie was a wabster gude,
Could stown a clue wiÂ’ ony body:
He had a wife was dour and din,
O Tinkler Maidgie was her mither;
Sic a wife as Willie had,
I wad na gie a button for her!
She has an eÂ’e, she has but ane,
The cat has twa the very colour;
Five rusty teeth, forbye a stump,
A clapper tongue wad deave a miller:
A whiskin beard about her mouÂ’,
Her nose and chin they threaten ither;
Sic a wife as Willie had,
I wadna gie a button for her!...
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Poems by Robert Burns
Sonnet 143: Lo, as a careful huswife runs to catch
Lo, as a careful huswife runs to catch
One of her feathered creatures broke away,
Sets down her babe and makes all swift dispatch
In pursuit of the thing she would have stay,
Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase,
Cries to catch her whose busy care is bent
To follow that which flies before her face,
Not prizing her poor infant's discontent:
So runn'st thou after that which flies from thee,
Whilst I, thy babe, chase thee afar behind;
But if thou catch thy hope turn back to me,
And play the mother's part: kiss me, be kind.
So will I pray that thou mayst have thy Will,
If thou turn back and my loud crying still.
Poems by William Shakespeare
The Avaricious Wife And Tricking Gallant
Who knows the world will never feel surprise,
When men are duped by artful women's eves;
Though death his weapon freely will unfold;
Love's pranks, we find, are ever ruled by gold.
To vain coquettes I doubtless here allude;
But spite of arts with which they're oft endued;
I hope to show (our honour to maintain,)
We can, among a hundred of the train,
Catch one at least, and play some cunning trick:--
For instance, take blithe Gulphar's wily nick,
Who gained (old soldier-like) his ardent aim,
And gratis got an avaricious dame.
LOOK well at this, ye heroes of the sword,
Howe'er with wily freaks your heads be stored,
Beyond a doubt, at court I now could find,
A host of lovers of the Gulphar kind.
To Gasperin's so often went our wight,...
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Poems by Jean de La Fontaine
The Faithless Wife
So I took her to the river
believing she was a maiden,
but she already had a husband.
It was on St. James night
and almost as if I was obliged to.
The lanterns went out
and the crickets lighted up.
In the farthest street corners
I touched her sleeping breasts
and they opened to me suddenly
like spikes of hyacinth.
The starch of her petticoat
sounded in my ears
like a piece of silk
rent by ten knives.
Without silver light on their foliage
the trees had grown larger...
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Poems by Federico Garcia Lorca
The Going of the Battery Wives. (Lament)
I
O it was sad enough, weak enough, mad enough;
Light in their loving as soldiers can be;
First to risk choosing them, leave alone losing them
Now, in far battle, beyond the South Sea! . . .
II
- Rain came down drenchingly; but we unblenchingly
Trudged on beside them through mirk and through mire,
They stepping steadily--only too readily!;
Scarce as if stepping brought parting-time nigher....
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Poems by Thomas Hardy
The Henpecked Husband
Chorus.—Robin shure in hairst,
I shure wiÂ’ him.
Fient a heuk had I,
Yet I stack by him.
I GAED up to Dunse,
To warp a wab oÂ’ plaiden,
At his daddieÂ’s yett,
Wha met me but Robin:
Robin shure, &c.
Was na Robin bauld,
ThoÂ’ I was a cotter,
PlayÂ’d me sic a trick,
AnÂ’ me the ElÂ’erÂ’s dochter!
Robin shure, &c....
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Poems by Robert Burns
The Husband-Confessor
When Francis (named the first) o'er Frenchmen reign'd,
In Italy young Arthur laurels gained,
And oft such daring valour showed in fight,
With ev'ry honour he was made a knight;
The monarch placed the spur upon his heel,
That all around his proper worth might feel.
Then household deities at home he sought,
Where--not at prayers his beauteous dame he caught:
He'd left her, truly, quite dissolv'd in tears;
But now the belle had bid adieu to fears;
And oft was dancing joyously around,
With all the company that could be found.
GALLANTS in crowds Sir Arthur soon perceived;
At sight of these the knight was sorely grieved;
And, turning in his mind how best to act;
Cried he, Can this be truly held a fact,
That I've been worthy while I'd fame in view,
Of cuckoldom at home, and knighthood too?...
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Poems by Jean de La Fontaine
The Iron Wedding Rings
In these days of peace and money, free to all the Commonweal,
There are ancient dames in Buckland wearing wedding rings of steel;
Wedding rings of steel and iron, worn on wrinkled hands and old,
And the wearers would not give them, not for youth nor wealth untold.
In the days of black oppression, when the best abandoned hope,
And all Buckland crouched in terror of the prison and the rope,
Many fair young wives in Buckland prayed beside their lonely beds
For the absent ones who knew not where to lay their outlawed heads.
But a whisper went through Buckland, to the rebels only known,
That the man across the border had a chance to hold his own.
There were men that came in darkness, quiet, grim and travel-worn,
And, by twos, and threes, the young men stole away to join Kinghorn.
Slipping powder-horns and muskets from beneath the floors and thatch,
There were boys who kissed their mothers ere they softly dropped the latch;...
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Poems by Henry Lawson
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