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HE The cares o' Love are sweeter far Than onie other pleasure; And if sae dear its sorrows are, Enjoyment, what a treasure! SHE I fear to try, I dare na try A passion sae ensnaring; For light's her heart and blythe's her song That for nae man is caring.
This is a poem by Robert Burns. It was written in 1788 and is read here by Multiple Readers.
This performance was read by John Shedden and Dawn Steele
Ralph McLeanThis song was probably written for an air, and borrows from Dryden’s song in Tyrannick Love, 1670. The song was reprinted in The Charmer (1782), and Burns was known to have possessed a copy of this.
However, as a popular song, it appeared in various eighteenth-century collections.
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