Song.—O, Were I On Parnassus Hill
g lips, thy roguish een—
by heaven ah i love thee!
by night, by day, a-field, at hame,
the thoughts o' thee my breast infme:
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 st weary sand was run;
till then—and then i love thee!