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Poortith Cauld And Restless Love
(Burns Original)
1793
O poortith cauld, and restless love,
Ye wrack my peace between ye;
Yet poortith a' I could forgive,
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 can prudence think upon,
And sic a lassie by him?
O wha can prudence think 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,
Can never make him eerie,
O why, &c.
O Poverty Cold (O Cold Poverty)
(Standard English Translation)
O Poverty cold and restless Love,
You wreck my peace between you!
Yet poverty all I could forgive,
If it were not for my Jeanie.
Chorus
O, why should Fate such pleasure have
Life's dearest bands untwining?
Or why so sweet a flower as love
Depend on Fortune's shining
The world's wealth when I think on,
Its pride and all the rest of it -
My curse on silly coward man,
That he should be the slave of it!
Her eyes so lovely blue betray
How she repays my passion;
But prudence is her chorus always:
She talks of rank and fashion.
O, who can prudence think upon,
And such a girl beside him?
O, who can prudence think upon,
And so in love as I am?
How blessed the wild-wood Indian's fate!
He woos his artless dear -
The silly spectres, Wealth and State,
Can never make him fearful.