The Book of Scottish Song/Come, let me take

Come, let me take.

[Written by Burns for Thomson's collection to the tune of "Cauld kail in Aberdeen."]

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' a' 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 sac bonnie blue,
I swear I'm thine for ever!
And on thy lips I seal my vow,
And break it shall I never.

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