A Poets Welcome To His Love-Begotten Daughter(4/4)
without his failins,
'twill please me mair to see thee heir it,
than stockit mailens.
for if thou be what i wad hae thee,
and tak the sel 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.