ALTHO' he has left me for greed o' the siller,
I dinna envy him the gains he can win;
I rather wad bear a' the lade o' my sorrow,
Than ever hae acted sae faithless to him.
More verses by Robert Burns
- Epitaph For Mr. Gabriel Richardson, Brewer
- To John Kennedy, Dumfries House
- The Captain's Lady
- Lament For James, Earl Of Glencairn
- Second Epistle To J. Lapraik