Poortith Cauld And Restless Love |
Robert Burns, 1793
O poortith cauld, and restless love, Ye wrack my peace between ye; Yet poortith a' I could forgive, An 'twere na for my Jeanie. Chorus: O why should Fate sic pleasure have, Life's dearest bands untwining? Or why sae sweet a flower as love Depend on Fortune's shining?
2. The warld's wealth, when I think on, | 3. Her e'en, sae bonie blue, betray How she repays my passion; But prudence is her o'erword aye, She talks o' rank and fashion. Chorus:
4. O wha can prudence think upon,
5. How blest the simple cotter's fate! |