Thou's welcome, wean! Mishanter fa' me, child/mishap If thoughts o' thee or yet thy mammie Shall ever daunton me or awe me, My sweet, wee lady, Or if I blush when thou shalt ca' me Tyta or daddie! What tho' they ca' me fornicator, An' tease my name in kintra clatter? country gossip The mair they talk, I'm kend the better; E'en let them clash! tattle An auld wife's tongue's a feckless matter feeble To gie ane fash. give annoyance Welcome, my bonie, sweet, wee dochter! Tho' ye come here a wee unsought for, And tho' your comin I hae fought for Baith kirk and queir; church/court Yet, by my faith, ye're no unwrought for --- That I shall swear! Sweet fruit o' monie a merry dint, occasion My funny toil is no a' tint: not all lost Tho' thou cam to the warl' asklent, askew Which fools may scoff at, In my last plack thy part's be in't farthing The better half o't. Tho' I should be the waur bestead, worse provided Thou's be as braw and bienly clad, well/finely And thy young years as nicely bred comfortably Wi' education, As onie brat o' wedlock's bed In a' thy station. Wee image o' my bonie Betty, Elizabeth Paton As fatherly I kiss and daut thee, caress As dear and near my heart I set thee, Wi' as guid will, As a' the priests had seen me get thee That's out o' Hell. Gude grant that thou may ay inherit God Thy mither's looks an' gracefu' merit, An' thy poor worthless daddie's spirit Without his failins! 'Twill please me mair to see thee heir it Than stocket mailins. well-stocked farms And if thou be what I wad hae thee, An' tak the counsel I shall gie thee, I'll never rue my trouble wi' thee --- The cost nor shame o't --- But be a loving father to thee, And brag the name o't.