Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 429. Song—Come let me take thee to my breast |
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| COME, let me take thee to my breast, | |
| And pledge we ne’er shall sunder; | |
| And I shall spurn as vilest dust | |
| The world’s wealth and grandeur: | |
| And do I hear my Jeanie own | 5 |
| That equal transports move her? | |
| I ask for dearest life alone, | |
| That I may live to love her. | |
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| Thus, in my arms, wi’ a’ her charms, | |
| I clasp my countless treasure; | 10 |
| I’ll seek nae main o’ Heav’n to share, | |
| Tha sic a moment’s pleasure: | |
| And by thy e’en sae bonie blue, | |
| I swear I’m thine for ever! | |
| And on thy lips I seal my vow, | 15 |
| And break it shall I never. | |
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