Poortith Cauld And Restless Love
1793 poortith cauld aless love tune—“cauld kail in aberdeen.” o poortith cauld, aless love, ye wrack my peace between ye; yet poortith a' i could five, 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 bonie 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 prudehink upon, and sic a lassie by him? o wha prudehink 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, ever make him eerie, o why, c.