Tune - "My Tocher'S The Jewel." I. 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 Hiney He'll Cherish The Bee; My Laddie'S Sae Meikle In Luve Wi' The Siller, He Canna Hae Lure To Spare For Me. Ii. Your Proffer O' Luve'S An Airl-Penny, My Tocher'S The Bargain Ye Wad Buy; But An Ye Be Crafty, I Am Cunnin', Sae Ye Wi' Anither Your Fortune Maun Try. Ye're Like To The Timmer O' Yon Rotten Tree, Ye'll Slip Frae Me Like A Knotless Thread, And Ye'll Crack Your Credit Wi' Mae Nor Me.