I.

        O, 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 sel':
        On Corsincon I'll glow'r and spell,
            And write how dear I love thee.

II.

        Then come, sweet Muse, inspire my lay!
        For a' the lee-lang simmer's day
        I 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 een,
            By heaven and earth I love thee!

III.

        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.

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