Let Loove Sparkle, by Robert Burns

Robert Burns

Let Loove Sparkle

Ithers seek they kenna what,

Features, carriage and a’ that;

Gie me loove in her I court -

Loove to loove maks a’ the sport.

Let loove sparkle in her e’e,

Let her lo’e nae man but me:

That’s the tocher guid I prize,

There the luver’s treasure lies.

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