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O WERE r ON PArvNASSUS' HILL.
[Composed by Burets out of compliment to Mrs B.]
Tune — Mj/ love is lost to me.
WERE I on Parnassus' hill !
Or had of 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 bonnie sell ;
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,
1 coudna sing, I coudna 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 e'en —
By heaven and earth I love thee !
By night, by day, a-field, at harae.
The thoughts o' thee my breast inflame ;
And ay I muse and sing thy name,
I only live to love thee.
Tho' I Avere doom'd to Meander on.
Beyond the sea, beyond the sun,
TiU my last weary sand was run ;
Till then — and then I love thee.

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