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O WERE I ON PARNASSUS HILL

THIS love song by Robert Burns surely deserves to be among his most prized.

The pledges of the final verse are reminiscent of those in O My Luve's Like a Red, Red Rose but have even greater personal intensity.

O WERE I ON PARNASSUS HILL

O were I on Parnassus hill;

Or had o' Helicon my fill;

That I might catch poetic skill,

To sing how dear I love thee.

But Nith maun be my Muses well,

My Muse maun be thy bonie sell;

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-lang simmer's day,

I coudna sing, I coudna say,

How much, how dear, I love thee.

I see thee dancing o'er 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 o' thee my breast inflame;

And ay 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;

Till then - and then I love thee.

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