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

written in 1790

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.