Susanna Blamire - O Donald! Ye Are Just the Man lyrics

O Donald! ye are just the man Who, when he's got a wife, Begins to fratch— nae notice ta'en— They're strangers a' their life. The fan may drop— she takes it up, The husband keeps his chair; She hands the kettle— gives his cup— Without e'en— thank ye, dear.” Now, truly, these slights are but toys; But frae neglects like these, The wife may soon a slattern grow, And strive nae mair to please. For wooers ay do all they can To trifle wi' the mind; They hold the blaze of beauty up, And keep the poor things blind. But wedlock tears away the veil, The goddess is nae mair; He thinks his wife a silly thing, She thinks her man a bear. Let then the lover be the friend— The loving friend for life; Think but thysel the happiest spouse, She'll be the happiest wife.