The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/My Tocher's the Jewel
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MY TOCHER'S THE JEWEL.
O meikle thinks my luve o' my beauty,And meikle thinks my luve o' my kin;But little thinks my luve I ken brawlieMy 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 luve wi' the siller,He canna hae luve to spare for me.
Your proffer o' luve's an airl-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.