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Robert Burns' Poem to His Daughter

Robert Burns writes a poem to his newborn daughter Betty expressing his love and hopes for her future. He kisses her as a loving father and sets her dear to his heart. He prays that she inherits her mother's good qualities and spirit without taking after his own failings, which would please him more than any material inheritance. If she follows his counsel, he will never regret the trouble of raising her and will be a loving father, proud to claim her name.

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Robert Burns' Poem to His Daughter

Robert Burns writes a poem to his newborn daughter Betty expressing his love and hopes for her future. He kisses her as a loving father and sets her dear to his heart. He prays that she inherits her mother's good qualities and spirit without taking after his own failings, which would please him more than any material inheritance. If she follows his counsel, he will never regret the trouble of raising her and will be a loving father, proud to claim her name.

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Wee image o' my bonie Betty,

As fatherly I kiss and daut thee,


As dear and near my heart I set thee
Wi' as gude will
As a' the priests had seen me get thee
That's out o' hell.
Lord grant that thou may aye inherit
Thy mither's person, grace, an' merit,
An' thy poor, worthless daddy's spirit,
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 counsel 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.

Robert Burns

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