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. Her e'en, sae bonnie blue, betray How she repays my passion; But prudence is her o'erword aye, She talks o' rank and fashion. O why, &c. O wha can prudence think upon, And sic a lassie by him? O wha can prudence think upon, And sae in love as I am? O why, &c. How blest the simple cotter's fate! He woos his artless dearie; The silly bogles, wealth and state, Can never make him eerie, O why, &c. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH IN BALLADE FORM by FRANCOIS VILLON AT THE SAND CREEK BRIDGE by JAMES GALVIN TO DEAN-BOURN, A RUDE RIVER IN DEVON, BY WHICH ... HE LIVED by ROBERT HERRICK PRELUDE by JOHN MILLINGTON SYNGE LADY OF CASTLENORE; A.D. 1700 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH DUNCTON HILL by HILAIRE BELLOC THE HUNTER'S SERENADE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A GOLDEN WEDDING: C.B.-E.A.B., 1825-1875 by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER |