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Robert Burns - A Poets Welcome To His Love-Begotten Daughter
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Thou`s welcome, wean; mishanter fa` me, 
If thoughts o` thee, or yet thy mammie, 
Shall ever daunton me or awe me, 
My sweet wee lady, 
Or if I blush when thou shalt ca` me 
Tyta or daddie. 
 
Tho` now they ca` me fornicator, 
An` tease my name in countra clatter, 
The mair they talk, I`m kend the better, 
E`en let them clash; 
An auld wife`s tongue`s a feckless matter 
To gie ane fash. 
 
Welcome! my bonie, sweet, wee dochter, 
Tho` ye come here a wee unsought for, 
And tho` your comin` I hae fought for, 
Baith kirk and queir; 
Yet, by my faith, ye`re no unwrought for, 
That I shall swear! 
 
Sweet fruit o` monie a merry dint, 
My funny toil is no a` tint, 
Tho` thou cam to the warl` asklent, 
Which fools may scoff at; 
In my last plack thy part`s be in`t 
The better ha`f o`t. 
 
Tho` I should be the waur bestead, 
Thou`s be as braw and bienly clad, 
And thy young years as nicely bred 
Wi` education, 
As onie brat o` wedlock`s bed, 
In a` thy station. 
 
Wee image o` my bonie Betty, 
As fatherly I kiss and daut thee, 
As dear and near my heart I set thee 
Wi` as gude will 
As a` the priests had seen me get thee 
That`s out o` hell. 
 
Lord grant that thou may aye inherit 
Thy mither`s person, grace, an` merit, 
An` thy poor, worthless daddy`s spirit, 
Without his failins, 
`Twill please me mair to see thee heir it, 
Than stockit mailens. 
 
For if thou be what I wad hae thee, 
And tak the counsel I shall gie thee, 
I`ll never rue my trouble wi` thee - 
The cost nor shame o`t, 
But be a loving father to thee, 
And brag the name o`t.
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