Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY TOCHER'S THE JEWEL, by ROBERT BURNS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: O meikle thinks my luve o' my beauty Last Line: And ye'll crack your credit wi' mae nor me. | ||||||||
O Meikle thinks my luve o' my beauty, And meikle thinks my luve o' my kin; But little thinks my luve I ken brawlie My tocher's the jewel has charms for him. It's a' for the apple he'll nourish the tree, It's a' for the hinny he'll cherish the bee, My laddie's sae meikle in luve wi' the siller, He canna hae luve to spare for me. Your proffer o' luve's an airle-penny, My tocher's the bargain ye wad buy; But an ye be crafty, I am cunnin', Sae ye wi anither your fortune may try. Ye're like to the timmer o' yon rotten wood, Ye're like to the bark o' yon rotten tree, Ye'll slip frae me like a knotless thread, And ye'll crack your credit wi' mae nor me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POET'S WELCOME TO HIS LOVE-BEGOTTEN DAUGHTER by ROBERT BURNS A RED, RED ROSE by ROBERT BURNS ADDRESS TO A HAGGIS by ROBERT BURNS ADDRESS TO THE UNCO GUID, OR THE RIGIDLY RIGHTEOUS by ROBERT BURNS AULD LANG SYNE by ROBERT BURNS CA' THE YOWES TO THE KNOWES by ROBERT BURNS |
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