Had I a cave

Had I a cave on some wild, distant shore, Where the winds howl to the waves' dashing roar: There would I weep my woes, There seek my lost repose, Till Grief my eyes should close, Ne'er to wake more. Falsest of womankind, canst thou declare, All thy fond plighted vows- fleeting as air! To thy new lover hie, Laugh o'er thy perjury Then in thy bosom try, What peace is there!


John Ramage

About this work

This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1793 and is read here by John Ramage.

Themes for this song

anguish woman love

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