The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Tho' cruel Fate
THO' CRUEL FATE.
Tho' cruel fate should bid us part,As far's the pole and line;Her dear idea round my heartShould tenderly entwine.
Tho' mountains frown and deserts howl,And oceans roar between;Yet, dearer than my deathless soul,I still would love my Jean.········