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!
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!