My goddess woman
Haydn, Joseph
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 gi'es 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 leaves his lofty 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.