1793

poortith cauld and restless love

tune—“cauld kail in aberdeen.”

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?

the warld's wealth, when i think on,

it's pride and a' the lave o't;

o fie on silly coward man,

that he should be the slave o't!

o why, c.