My Goddess Woman
O' mighty Nature's handywarks,
The common, or uncommon,
There's nocht thro' a her limits wide
Can be compar'd to Woman.
The Farmer toils the Merchant trokes.
Frae dawin to the gloamin
The Farmer's pains, the Merchant's cares,
Are baith to please a Woman.
The sailor spreads the daring sail,
Thro' angry seas a foaming;
The jewels, gems o' foreign shores
He gies to please a Woman.
The Sodger fights o'er crimson fields
In distant climates roaming;
Yet lays, wi' pride, his laurels down,
Before all-conquering Woman.
A Monarch lea'es his golden throne,
Wi' other men in common,
He flings aside his crown, and kneels
A Subject to a Woman.
Tho' I had a' e'er man possess'd,
Barbarian, Greek or Roman;
It wad nae a' be worth a strae,
Without my goddess Woman.
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