SONG.Contributed to the Book of Scottish Song.There'splenty come to woo me,And ca' me sweet and fair,There's plenty say they lo'e me,But they never venture mair:They never say they'll marry,Though love is all their tune,From June to Janu-a-ry,From January to June.I canna keep frae smilin',At their flatteries and art;Wi' a' their fond beguilin',They'll ne'er beguile my heart.For nought can fix a maidenWhase heart is warm and true,But vows wi' marriage laden,Though mony come to woo.That a's no gowd that glittersI've either heard or read,And marriage has its bitters,As well as sweets, is said.But though it gets the blame o'Some things that winna' tell,The fau't that folks complain o'Lies often wi' themsel'.The year, as on it ranges,Within its twelvemonths' fa',Shows many sudden changes,And's lightsome wi' them a';Though winter's tempests thicken,Spring comes wi' cheerful face;And summer smiles to quickenA' nature wi' its grace.The year of life is marriage,And we canna wed too sune,Whan twa divide the carriage,The wark is cheerily dune.If one true heart wad hae me,For better and for worse,Wi' him I'd gladly share ayeThe blessing and the curse.
There'splenty come to woo me,And ca' me sweet and fair,There's plenty say they lo'e me,But they never venture mair:They never say they'll marry,Though love is all their tune,From June to Janu-a-ry,From January to June.I canna keep frae smilin',At their flatteries and art;Wi' a' their fond beguilin',They'll ne'er beguile my heart.For nought can fix a maidenWhase heart is warm and true,But vows wi' marriage laden,Though mony come to woo.That a's no gowd that glittersI've either heard or read,And marriage has its bitters,As well as sweets, is said.But though it gets the blame o'Some things that winna' tell,The fau't that folks complain o'Lies often wi' themsel'.The year, as on it ranges,Within its twelvemonths' fa',Shows many sudden changes,And's lightsome wi' them a';Though winter's tempests thicken,Spring comes wi' cheerful face;And summer smiles to quickenA' nature wi' its grace.The year of life is marriage,And we canna wed too sune,Whan twa divide the carriage,The wark is cheerily dune.If one true heart wad hae me,For better and for worse,Wi' him I'd gladly share ayeThe blessing and the curse.
There'splenty come to woo me,And ca' me sweet and fair,There's plenty say they lo'e me,But they never venture mair:They never say they'll marry,Though love is all their tune,From June to Janu-a-ry,From January to June.I canna keep frae smilin',At their flatteries and art;Wi' a' their fond beguilin',They'll ne'er beguile my heart.For nought can fix a maidenWhase heart is warm and true,But vows wi' marriage laden,Though mony come to woo.That a's no gowd that glittersI've either heard or read,And marriage has its bitters,As well as sweets, is said.But though it gets the blame o'Some things that winna' tell,The fau't that folks complain o'Lies often wi' themsel'.The year, as on it ranges,Within its twelvemonths' fa',Shows many sudden changes,And's lightsome wi' them a';Though winter's tempests thicken,Spring comes wi' cheerful face;And summer smiles to quickenA' nature wi' its grace.The year of life is marriage,And we canna wed too sune,Whan twa divide the carriage,The wark is cheerily dune.If one true heart wad hae me,For better and for worse,Wi' him I'd gladly share ayeThe blessing and the curse.
There'splenty come to woo me,And ca' me sweet and fair,There's plenty say they lo'e me,But they never venture mair:They never say they'll marry,Though love is all their tune,From June to Janu-a-ry,From January to June.
There'splenty come to woo me,
And ca' me sweet and fair,
There's plenty say they lo'e me,
But they never venture mair:
They never say they'll marry,
Though love is all their tune,
From June to Janu-a-ry,
From January to June.
I canna keep frae smilin',At their flatteries and art;Wi' a' their fond beguilin',They'll ne'er beguile my heart.For nought can fix a maidenWhase heart is warm and true,But vows wi' marriage laden,Though mony come to woo.
I canna keep frae smilin',
At their flatteries and art;
Wi' a' their fond beguilin',
They'll ne'er beguile my heart.
For nought can fix a maiden
Whase heart is warm and true,
But vows wi' marriage laden,
Though mony come to woo.
That a's no gowd that glittersI've either heard or read,And marriage has its bitters,As well as sweets, is said.But though it gets the blame o'Some things that winna' tell,The fau't that folks complain o'Lies often wi' themsel'.
That a's no gowd that glitters
I've either heard or read,
And marriage has its bitters,
As well as sweets, is said.
But though it gets the blame o'
Some things that winna' tell,
The fau't that folks complain o'
Lies often wi' themsel'.
The year, as on it ranges,Within its twelvemonths' fa',Shows many sudden changes,And's lightsome wi' them a';Though winter's tempests thicken,Spring comes wi' cheerful face;And summer smiles to quickenA' nature wi' its grace.
The year, as on it ranges,
Within its twelvemonths' fa',
Shows many sudden changes,
And's lightsome wi' them a';
Though winter's tempests thicken,
Spring comes wi' cheerful face;
And summer smiles to quicken
A' nature wi' its grace.
The year of life is marriage,And we canna wed too sune,Whan twa divide the carriage,The wark is cheerily dune.If one true heart wad hae me,For better and for worse,Wi' him I'd gladly share ayeThe blessing and the curse.
The year of life is marriage,
And we canna wed too sune,
Whan twa divide the carriage,
The wark is cheerily dune.
If one true heart wad hae me,
For better and for worse,
Wi' him I'd gladly share aye
The blessing and the curse.