Burns nigh - "Poet's Weocome to his Love-begotten Daughter

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"Welcome! lily bonie, sweet, wee dochter,

Tho' ye come here a wee unsought for,

And tho' your comin' I hae fought for,

Baith kirk and queir;

Yet, by my faith, ye're no unwrought for

That I shall swear!...

Lord grant that thou may ay inherit

Thy rnither's person, grace, an' merit,

An' thy poor, worthless daddie's spirit,

Without his failins,

'Twill please me mair to see thee

Than stocket mailens...