Tune - "My Love Is Lost To Me." I. O, Were I On Parnassus' Hill! Or Had Of Helicon My Fill; That I Might Catch Poetic Skill, To Sing How Dear I Love Thee. But Nith Maun Be My Muse'S Well; My Muse Maun Be Thy Bonnie Sel': On Corsincon I'll Glow'R And Spell, And Write How Dear I Love Thee. Ii. 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! Iii. By Night, By Day, 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; Till Then, And Then I Love Thee.