Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

429 . Song—Come let me take thee to my breast

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.