The Swiss patriot/Woes my heart that we should sunder

by Allan Ramsay

For other versions of this work, see Woe's my heart.

Woes my heart that we should sunder.

With broken words and downcast eyes,
Poor Colin spoke his passion tender;
And, parting with his Lucy, cries,
Ah! woes my heart that we should sunder.
To others I am cold as snow,
But kindle with thine eyes like tinder;
From thee with pain I'm forc'd to go;
It breaks my heart that we should sunder.

Chain’d to thy charms, I cannot range;
No beauty new my love shall hinder;
Nor time, nor place, shall ever change
My vows, tho’ we’re oblig’d to sunder.
Ye powers, take care of my dear lass,
That as I leave her I may find her;
When that bless’d time shall come to pass,
We’ll meet again, and never sunder.

The image of thy graceful air,
And beauties which invite our wonder;
Thy lively wit, and prudence rare,
Shall still be present, tho' we sunder.
Dear nymph, believe thy swain in this,
You’ll ne’er engage a heart that’s kinder;
Then seal a promise with a kiss,
Always to love me, tho’ we sunder.