O DONALD! YE ARE JUST THE MAN. Susanna Blamire Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Blamire, Susanna, 1747-1794. The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire “The muse of Cumberland.” Now for the first time collected by Henry Lonsdale, M.D. with a preface, memoir, and notes by Patrick Maxwell, ... Edinburgh John Menzies, 61 Princes Street; R. Tyas, London; D. Robertson, Glasgow; and C. Thurnam, Carlisle. MDCCCXLII. 1842 pp. 252-253.

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O DONALD ! YE ARE JUST THE MAN . 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 muir 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 .