English poem
Scotish Comic Ballads XXXII
by John Pinkerton (1845–1908)
An thou wert mine ain thing, I wad lue thee, I wad lue thee. An thou wert mine ane thing, How dearly wad I lue thee!
Of race divine thou neds must be Since naithing earthly equals thee; For heaven's sake O favour me, Wha only live to lue thee. An thou wert, &c.
Sae lang's I had the use of light I'd on thy beauties feast my sight, Syne in saft whispers thro the night I'd tell how much I lue thee. An thou wert, &c.
Tho I war number'd wi the dead My saul should hover round thy head; I may be turned a silent shade, But never cease to lue thee. An thou wert, &c.