O, Were I On Parnassus Hill

O, were I on Parnassus hill,
Orhad o’ Helicon my fill,
That I might catch poetic skill,
To sing how dear I love thee!
ButNith maun be my Muse’s well,
My Muse maunbe thy boniesel’,
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-langsimmer’s day
I couldna sing, I couldnasay,
How much, how dear, I love thee,
I see thee dancing o’er the green,
Thy waist sae jimp, thy limbs saeclean,
Thy tempting lips, thy roguish een-
By Heaven and Earth I love thee!

By night, byday, 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;
Tillthen-and then I love thee!