Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 233. Song—O were I on Parnassus Hill |
| | | | | Tune—“My love is lost to me.” |
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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, | 5 |
| My Muse maun be thy bonie sel’, | |
| On Corsincon I’ll glowr and spell, | |
| And write how dear I love thee. | |
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| Then come, sweet Muse, inspire my lay! | |
| For a’ the lee-lang simmer’s day | 10 |
| 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— | 15 |
| By Heaven and Earth I love thee! | |
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| 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. | 20 |
| 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! | |
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