The Cares O' Love.
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 her heart and blythe's her song
That for nae man is caring.

The Cares of Love.
He.
The cares of Love are sweeter far
Than any other pleasure;
And if so dear its sorrows are,
Enjoyment, what a treasure!
She.
I fear to try, I dare not try
A passion so ensnaring;
For light is her heart and blithe is her song
That for no man is caring.