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 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'd love thee!
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