A dish of married love right soon grows cauld

For when I dinna clearly see, I always own I dinna ken, And that's the way with wisest men.

Let fowk bode weel, and strive to do their best; Nae mair's required—let Heaven make out the rest.

A bleezing ingle, and a clean hearthstane.

You have sae saft a voice and slid a tongue, You are the darling of baith auld and young.

Song like a rose should be; Each rhyme a petal sweet; For fragrance, melody, That when her lips repeat The words, her heart may know What secret makes them so:—

And also there’s a little star So white a virgin’s it must be:— Perhaps the lamp my love in heaven Hangs out to light the way for me.