CXLVI. She’s Fair and Fause

Tune—“She’s fair and fause.”

[One of the happiest as well as the most sarcastic of the songs of the North: the air is almost as happy as the words.]

I.

She’s fair and fause that causes my smart,
I lo’ed 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’ routh o’ gear,
And I hae tint my dearest dear;
But woman is but warld’s gear,
Sae let the bonnie lass gang.

II.

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