a poet's wee to his love-begotten daughter 注释标题 burns never published this poem.
the first instance that entitled him to
the venerable appellation of father
thou's wee, wean; mishanter fa' me,
if thoughts o' thee, or yet thy mamie,
shall ever daunton me or awe me,
my bonie lady,
or if i blush when thou shalt ca' me
tyta or daddie.
tho' now they ca' me fornicator,
an' tease my name in kintry clatter,
the mair they talk, i'm kent the better,
e'en let them clash;
an auld wife's tongue's a feckless matter
to gie ane fash.
wee! my bonie, sweet, wee dochter,
tho' yee here a wee unsought for,
and tho' yourin' i hae fought for,
baith kirk and queir;
yet, by my faith, ye're no unwrought for,
that i shall swear!
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