Scotish Comic Ballads XXXIX

For the sake of gold she has left me, And of all that's dear has bereft me, She me forsook for a great duke, And to endless woe she has left me. A star and garter have more art Than youth, a true and faithful heart; For empty titles we must part; For glittering show she has left me.

No cruel fair shall ever move My injured heart again to love; Thro distant climates I must rove Since Jeany she has left me. Ye Powers above I to your care Resign my faithless lovely fair, Your choicest blessings be her share, Tho she has ever left me!