I Do Confess Thou Art Sae Fair

1.
I do confess thou art sae fair,
I wad 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.
2.
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 onie common weed, an' vile.

I Do Confess You Are So Fair

I do confess you are so fair,
I would have been over the ears in love,
Had I not found the slightest prayer
That lips could speak your heart could move.
I do confess you sweet, but find
You are so extravagant of your sweets,
Your favours are the silly wind
That kisses every thing it meets.

See yonder rosebud rich in dew,
Among its native briers so coy,
How soon it loses its scent and hue,
When pulled and worn a common toy!
Such fate ere long shall you betide,
Though you may gaily bloom awhile,
And soon you shall be thrown aside,
Like any common weed, and vile.