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
.