FAIR maid, you need not take the hint,
Nor idle texts pursue:
'Twas guilty sinners that he meant,
Not Angels such as you.
More verses by Robert Burns
- News, Lassies, News
- Behold The Hour, The Boat, Arrive
- Fragment—her Flwoing Locks
- The Wounded Hare
- Song—fragment—johnie Lad, Cock Up Your Beaver