Robert Burns




How Cruel Are The Parents

How cruel are the parents 
    Who riches only prize, 
And to the wealthy booby 
    Poor Woman sacrifice! 
Meanwhile the hapless Daughter 
    Has but a choice of strife:
To shun a tyrant Father's hate- 
    Become a wretched Wife! 

The ravening hawk pursuing, 
    The trembling dove thus flies: 
To shun impelling ruin
    Awhile her pinions tries,
Till, of escape despairing, 
    No shelter or retreat, 
She trusts the ruthless falconer, 
    And drops beneath his feet.