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.       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!