Come, let me take thee to my breast,
And pledge we ne'er shall sunder;
And I shall spurn as vilest dust
The warld'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' all thy charms,
I clasp my countless treasure;
I'll seek nae mair o' heaven to share
Than sic a moment's pleasure;
And by thy een, sae bonnie blue,
I swear I'm thine forever!
And on thy lips I seal my vow,
And break it shall I never.
Robert Burns, 1759-1796