Bosom

  i reign in jeanie's bosom
  louis, what reck i by thee,
  or geordie on his ocean?
  dyvor, beggar louns to me,
  i reign in jeanie's bosom!
  let her crown my love her law,
  and in her breast enthrone me,
  kings and nations—swith awa'!
  reif randies, i disown ye!
  it is na, jean, thy bonie face
  it is na, jean, thy bonie face,
  nor shape that i admire;
  altho' thy beauty and thy grace
  might weel awauk desire.
  something, in ilka part o' thee,
  to praise, to love, i find,
  but dear as is thy form to me,
  still dearer is thy mind.
  nae mair ungenerous wish i hae,
  nor stronger in my breast,
  than, if i canna make thee sae,
  at least to see thee blest.
  content am i, if heaven shall give
  but happiness, to thee;
  and as wi' thee i'd wish to live,
  for thee i'd bear to die.