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!

Of a'the airts the wind can blaw, I dearly like the west, For there the bonie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best: There's wild-woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between: But day and night my fancys' flight Is ever wi'my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her

Raving winds around her blowing, Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing, Bya river hoarsely roaring, Isabella stray'd deploring- "Farewell, hours that late did measure Sunshine days of joy and pleasure; Hail, thou gloomy night of sorrow, Cheerless night that knows nomorrow! "O'er the past too fondly wandering, On the hopeless future pondering; Chilly grief my life-blood

Stay my charmer, can you leave me? Cruel, cruel to deceive me; Well you know how much you grieve me; Cruel charmer, can you go! Cruel charmer, can you go! By my love so ill-requited, By the faith you fondly plighted, Bythe pangs of lovers slighted, Do not, do not liave me so! Do not,

The small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning, The murmuring streamlet winds clear thro' the vale; The primroses blow in the dews of the morning, And wild scatter'd cowslips bedeck the green dale: But what can give pleasure, orwhat can seem fair, When the lingering moments are numbered bycare? No birds sweetly singing, nor

The day returns, my bosom burns, The blissful day we twadid meet: Tho' winter wild in tempest toil'd, Ne'er summer-sun was half saesweet. Than a'the pride that loads the tide, And crosses o'er the sultry line; Than kingly robes, than crowns and globes, Heav'n gave me more-it made thee mine! While day and night can