The Book of Scottish Song/Love is timid

Love is timid.

[Words by Daniel Weir, Greenock.—Music by W. H. Moore.]

⁠Love is timid, Love is shy,
⁠Can you tell me, tell me why?
Ah! tell me, why true love should be
⁠Afraid to meet the kindly smile
Of him she loves, from him would flee,
⁠Yet thinks upon him all the while?
⁠Can you tell me, tell me why
⁠Love is timid, Love is shy?

⁠Love is timid, Love is shy,
⁠Can you tell me, tell me why?
True love, they say, delights to dwell
⁠In some sequester'd lonely bower;
With him she loves where none can tell,
⁠Her tender look in passion's hour.
⁠Can you tell me, tell me why
⁠Love is timid, Love is shy?

⁠Love is timid, Love is shy,
⁠Can you tell me, tell me why
Love, like the lonely nightingale,
⁠Will pour her heart when all is lone;
Nor will repeat, amidst the vale,
⁠Her notes to any but to one.
⁠Can you tell me, tell me why
⁠Love is timid, Love is shy?

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