Deluded Swain, The Pleasure.
By Robert Burns
I. Deluded swain, the pleasure The fickle fair can give thee, Is but a fairy treasure - Thy hopes will soon deceive thee. II. The billows on the ocean, The breezes idly roaming, The clouds uncertain motion - They are but types of woman. III. O! art thou not ashamed To doat upon a feature? If man thou wouldst be named, Despise the silly creature. IV. Go find an honest fellow; Good claret set before thee: Hold on till thou art mellow, And then to bed in glory.
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