a poet's wele to his love-begotten daughter 注释标题 burns never published this poem.

the first instance that entitled him to

the venerable appetion of father

thou's wele, wean; mishanter fa' me,

if thoughts o' thee, or yet thy mamie,

shall ever daunton me or awe me,

my boniedy,

or if i blush when thou shalt ca' me

tyta or daddie.

tho' now they ca' me fornicator,

an' tease my name in kintry tter,

the mair they talk, i'm kent the better,

e'en let them sh;

an auld wife's tongue's a feckless matter

to gie ane fash.

wele! my bonie, sweet, wee dochter,

tho' ye e here a wee unsought for,

and tho' your in' 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