Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

425 . Song—Had I a cave

HAD I a cave on some wild distant shore,

Where the winds howl to the wave’s 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, can’st 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!