She Is a Winsome Young Thing

My blossom is a young thing,
Just like a budding daisy,
That come a'most afore spring,
She makes a body crazy:
She's such a winsome young thing,
She's such a bonny young thing,
She's like a bonny daisy bud,
That comes afore the spring.

2

My sweet young May's got house, and land,
My sweet young May's got sheep, and kye,
There's not a maid in a Scotland:
Wi fairer face, and brighter eye,
My bonny handsome young thing!
My dearest sweetest young thing!
There's not a flower in a' the spring,
Like my ain dearest young thing.

3

She's one year coming out her teens,
Just on the eve of blooming,
And fairer than the first o' Queens,
Just ripening to a woman,
My bonny handsome young thing!
My winsome dainty young thing!
There's not a flower in a' the spring,
Like my ain beauteous young thing.

4

She's big, as ony womans size,
She's shapit like some bonny queen,
Her rose red cheeks, and blue bell eyes,
Are aye the sweetest, e'er was seen,
She is a winsome young thing!
She is a bonny young thing!
The sweetest blossom o' the spring,
Is my ain handsome young thing.
To Miss Cook
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