by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

Come, let me take thee to my breast
Language: Scottish (Scots) 
Come, let me take thee to my breast, 
And pledge we ne'er shall sunder; 
And I shall spurn as vilest dust 
The world's wealth and grandeur: 
And do I hear my Jeanie own 
That equal transports move her? 
I ask for dearest life alone, 
That I may live to love her. 

Thus, in my arms, wi' a' her charms, 
I clasp my countless treasure; 
I'll seek nae main o' Heav'n to share, 
Tha sic a moment's pleasure: 
And by thy e'en sae bonie blue, 
I swear I'm thine for ever! 
And on thy lips I seal my vow, 
And break it shall I never.

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