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Tune-"My love is lost to me."
O, were I on Parnassus hill, / Or had o' Helicon my fill, / That I might catch poetic skill, / To sing how dear I love thee! / But Nith maun be my Muse's well, / My Muse maun be thy bonie sel', / On Corsincon I'll glowr and spell, / And write how dear I love thee.
Then come, sweet Muse, inspire my lay! / For a' the lee-lang simmer's day / I couldna sing, I couldna say, / How much, how dear, I love thee, / I see thee dancing o'er the green, / Thy waist sae jimp, thy limbs sae clean, / Thy tempting lips, thy roguish een- / By Heaven and Earth I love thee!
By night, by day, a-field, at hame, / The thoughts o' thee my breast inflame: / And aye I muse and sing thy name- / I only live to love thee. / Tho' I were doom'd to wander on, / Beyond the sea, beyond the sun, / Till my last weary sand was run; / Till then-and then I love thee!