P h C A R L（1 / 1）

1793

poortith cauld and restless love

tune—“cauld kail aberdeen”

o poortith cauld, and restless love,

ye wrack y peace beeen ye;

yet poortith a&039; i uld five,

an &039;ere na for y jeanie

chor—o why should fate sic pleasure have,

life&039;s dearest bands ung?

or why sae sweet a flower as love

depend on fortune&039;s shg?

the warld&039;s wealth, when i thk on,

it&039;s pride and a&039; the ve o&039;t;

o fie on silly ward an,

that he should be the sve o&039;t!

o why, c

her e&039;en, sae bonie be, betray

how she repays y passion;

but prudence is her o&039;erword aye,

she talks o&039; rank and fashion

o why, c

o wha can prudence thk upon,

and sic a ssie by hi?

o wha can prudence thk upon,

and sae love as i a?

o why, c

how blest the siple tter&039;s fate!

he woos his artless dearie;

the silly bogles, wealth and state,

can never ake hi eerie,

o why, c