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TONE-POETRY OF ROBERT "BURNS |
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No. 74. O, were I on Pamassus' hill.
Tune : My love is lost to mc Caledonian Pocket Companion, 1753, v. p. 25. |
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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 glow'r 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 rogueish een—
By heaven and earth I love thee! By night, by day, a-field, at hame, The thoughts o' thee my breast inflame, And ay 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'd love-thee! |
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