Come, Let Me Take Thee To My Breast
Come, Let Me Take Thee To My Breast | |
Robert Burns, 1793
| 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. | 2. 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. |