Robert Burns


Tho’ Cruel Fate


THO’ cruel fate should bid us part,
  Wide as the pole and line;
Her dear idea round my heart
  Should tenderly entwine.

Tho’ mountains rise and deserts howl,
  And oceans roar between;
Yet, dearer than my deathless soul,
  I still would love my Jean.

1785




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