song.—o, were i on parnassus hill（1/1）

song.—o, were i on parnassus hill

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.

thene, 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!