Nancy.
[Written by Burns for Thomson's collection, to the tune of "The Quaker's Wife." Clarinda (Agnes M'Lehose) is the subject of the song.]
Thine am I, my faithful fair,
Thine, my lovely Nancy;
Ev'ry pulse along my veins,
Every roving fancy.
To thy bosom lay my heart,
There to throb and languish:
Though despair had wrung his core,
That would heal its anguish.
Take away these rosy lips,
Rich with balmy treasure;
Turn away thine eyes of love,
Lest I die with pleasure.
What is life when wanting love?
Night without a morning:
Love's the cloudless summer sun,
Nature gay adorning.