Fairfa' the lasses (1)/Is there a heart that never lov'd

Is there a heart that never lov'd

Is there a heart that never lov’d.
⁠Nor felt soft woman’s igh?
Is there a man can mark, unmov’d,
⁠Dear woman’s tearful eye?
Oh! bear him to some distant shore,
⁠Or solitary cell,
Where nought but savage monsters roar,
⁠Where love ne’er deign’d to dwell.

For there’s a charm in woman’s eye,
⁠A language in her tear,
A spell in every sacred sigh,
⁠To man—to virtue dear.
And he who can resist her smiles,
⁠With brutes alone should live,
Nor taste that joy which care beguiles——
⁠That joy her virtues give.