What aw Want.

Gie me a little humble cot,     A bit o' garden graand,     Set in some quiet an' sheltered spot,     Wi' hills an' trees all raand;     An' if besides mi hooam ther flows     A little mumuring rill,     At sings sweet music as it gooas,     Awst like it better still.     Gie me a wife 'at loves me weel,     An' childer two or three,     Wi' health to sweeten ivery meal,     An' hearts brimful o' glee.     Gie me a chonce, wi' honest toil     Mi efforts to engage,     Gie me a maister who can smile     When forkin aght mi wage.     Gie me a friend 'at aw can trust,     'An tell mi secrets to;     One tender-hearted, firm an' just,     Who sticks to what is true.     Gie me a pipe to smook at neet,     A pint o' hooam-brew'd ale,     A faithful dog 'at runs to meet     Me wi a waggin tail.     A cat to purr o'th' fender rims,     To freeten th' mice away;     A cosy bed to rest mi limbs     Throo neet to commin day.     Gie me all this, an' aw shall be     Content, withaat a daat,     But if denied, then let me be     Content to live withaat.     For 'tisn't th' wealth one may possess     Can purchase pleasures true;     For he's th' best chonce o' happiness,     Whose wants are small an' few.