O, were I on Parnassus Hill And had of Helicon my fill That I might catch poetic skill To sing how dear I love thee But Nith maun be my Muse as well My muse maun be thy bonnie sell On Corsincon I'll glower and spell And write how dear I love thee Then come, sweet Muse, inspire my lay For, a' the lee-lang simmer's day I couldna sing, I couldna say How much, how dear I love thee I see thee dancing ower the green Thy waist sae jimp, thy limbs sae clean Thy tempting lips, thy roguish een By heaven and earth, I love thee! By night, by day, a-field, at hame The thoughts of thee my breast inflame! And aye, I muse and sing thy name I only live to love thee Though I were doomed to wander on Beyond the sea, beyond the sun Till my last weary sand was run Till then, and then I'll love thee