SHE'S fair and fause that causes my smart,
⁠I loo'd her meikle and lang;
She's broken her vow, she's broken my heart,
⁠And I may e'en gae hang.
A coof cam in wi' rowth o' gear,
And I hae tint my dearest dear;
But woman is but warld's gear,
⁠Sae let the bonnie-lass gang.

Whae'er ye be that woman love
⁠To this te never blind,
Nae ferlie 'tis tho' fickle she prove,
⁠A woman has't by kind:
O woman lovely, woman fair!
An angel form's faun to thy share,
Twad been o'er meikle to gien thee mair,
⁠I mean an angel mind.