song.—o, were i on parnassus hill
tune—“my love is lost to me.”
o, were i on parnassus hill,
or had o' heliy fill,
that i might catch poetic skill,
to sing how dear i love thee!
but nith maun be my muse's well,
my muse mauhy bonie sel',
on corsin i'll glowr and spell,
and write how dear i love thee.
then e, sweet muse, inspire my y!
for a' the lee-ng simmer's day
i couldna sing, i couldna say,
how much, how dear, i love thee,
i see thee dang o'er the green,
thy waist sae jimp, thy limbs sae ,
thy temptin
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