The Little Taylor's Wedding/O Poortith Cauld
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O poortith Cauld.
O Poortith cauld and restless love,Ye break my peace between ye!Yet poortith a' I could forgive.If it 'twerna for my Jeanie.O'why should fate sic pleasure have,Love's dearest band untwining!Or why fae sweet a flow'r as loveDepend on fortunes shining.
This warld's wealth, when I think onIts pride, and a' the lave o't,Fie, fie, on silly coward man,That he should be the slave o't.O why should fate, &c.
Her een sae bonny blue, betrayHow she repay my passion;But prudence is her o'erword ay,She talks o' rank and fashion.O why should fate, &c.
O wha can prudence think upon,Wi' sic a lassie by him?O wha can prudence think upon,And sae in love as I am?O why should fate, &c.
How blest the humble cotter's fate,He wooes his simple dearie;The silly bogles, wealth and state,Can never mak him eerie.Then why should fate sic pleasure have,Love's dearest band untwining?Or sic a tender flower an loveDepend on fortune's shining.