The Book of Scottish Song/Wifie and me

Wifie and me.

[J. G. Cumming.]

Oh, cozzy, cozzy i' the neuk,
My wifie sits wi' me;
We heedna winter's surly look,
Nor hoo the minits flee;
But happy by each ithers side,
The ingle bleezin' bricht,
Her wee bit tongie's winnin' wile
Mak's short the langest nicht.

For wifie is as sweet as morn,
An' blythe as day her e'e,
An' fairest flower upo' the thorn
Is na mair fair than she.
Her bozy's whiter than the snaw,
An' kinder than the doo,
Her cheeks are redder than the haw,
An' sweeter far her mou'.

Syne what mair need a body want;
Has earth ocht mair tae gi'e?
A bein wee wife's the bliss o' life—
Is bliss eneuch for me.
Sae, when declinin' years come on,
We'll totter down the brae;
Happy to think o' years by gane,
Content to heaven we'll gae.

---