Song [Tho' women's minds, like winter winds]


Tho' women's minds, like winter winds, May shift, and turn an' a' that, The noblest breast adores them maist, A consequence I draw that. For a' that, an' a' that, An' twice as meikle's a' that, My dearest bluid to do them guid, They're welcome till't for a' that. Great love I bear to all the Fair, Their humble slave an' a' that; But lordly WILL, I hold it still A mortal sin to thraw that. In rapture sweet this hour we meet, Wi' mutual love an' a' that, But for how lang the flie may stang, Let Inclination law that. Their tricks and craft hae put me daft, They've taen me in, an' a' that, But clear your decks, and here's, the Sex! I like the jads for a' that! For a' that, an' a' that, An' twice as meikle's a' that, My dearest bluid to do them guid, They're welcome till't for a' that.

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Simon Tait

About this work

This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1790 and is read here by Simon Tait.

Themes for this song

woman

Selected for 07 February

In yesterday's selection, the bard outlined the rights of women; today he exults in the delights of women. Monogamy was always a challenge for a man who could candidly confess, 'Great love I bear to all the Fair'. The song's rousing melody may still be ringing in some ears after the spate of recent Burns suppers. This poem is just one of several, Burns set to the tune, 'For A' That'.

Donny O'Rourke

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