Robert Burns: I do Confess Thou Art Sae Fair: Alteration of an Old Poem.

I do Confess Thou Art Sae Fair Alteration of an Old Poem.
1792
Type: Poem

I Do confess thou art sae fair,
I was been o’er the lugs in luve,
Had I na found the slightest prayer
That lips could speak thy heart could muve.

I do confess thee sweet, but find
Thou art so thriftless o’ thy sweets,
Thy favours are the silly wind
That kisses ilka thing it meets.

See yonder rosebud, rich in dew,
Amang its native briers sae coy;
How sune it tines its scent and hue,
When pu’d and worn a common toy.

Sic fate ere lang shall thee betide,
Tho’ thou may gaily bloom awhile;
And sune thou shalt be thrown aside,
Like ony common weed and vile.

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Robert Burns

Robert Burns, (born January 25, 1759, Alloway, Ayrshire, Scotland—died July 21, 1796, Dumfries, Dumfriesshire), national poet of Scotland. He wrote lyrics, ballads and songs in Scots and in English. He was also notable for his amorous adventures and his rebellion against religion and morality.

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