Robert Burns
(1759-1796)
He
The cares o’ Love are sweeter far
Than onie other pleasure;
And if sae dear its sorrows are,
Enjoyment, what a treasure!
She
I fear to try, I dare na try
A passion sae ensnaring;
For light ’s the heart and blithe ’s her song
That for nae man is caring.
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