Oh, This Love!

Oh, this love—this love! I ainse the passion slighted; But hearts that truly love, Must break or be united. Oh, this love!

When first he cam' to woo, I little cared aboot him; But seene I felt as though I could na' live without him. Oh, this love!

He brought to me the ring, My hand asked o' my mither— I could na' bear the thought That he should we anither. Oh, this love!

And now I'm a' his ain— In a' his joys I mingle; Nae for the wealth of warlds Wad I again be single! Oh, this love!