Classic Poem

Oh , this love—this love!
I ainse the passion slighted;
But hearts that truly love,
Must break or be united.
Oh, this love!

When first he cam' to woo,
I little cared aboot him;
But seene I felt as though
I could na' live without him.
Oh, this love!

He brought to me the ring,
My hand asked o' my mither—
I could na' bear the thought
That he should wed anither.
Oh, this love!

And now I'm a' his ain—
In a' his joys I mingle;
Nac for the wealth of warlds
Wad I again be single!
Oh, this love!