An thou wert mine ain thing

An thou wert mine ain thing,

O I wou'd love thee, I wou'd love thee,

An thou wert mine ain thing,

How dearly wou'd I love thee.

Of race divine thou needs must be,

Since naething earthly equals thee;

For Heaven's sake, O favour me,

Wha only live to love thee.

An thou wert mine ain thing, &c.

Tho' I were number'd wi' the dead,

My saul should hover round thy head:

I may be turned a silent shade,

But never cease to love thee. --

An thou wert mine ain thing, &c.

And when at last thou lovely maid!

A drooping flow'r, thyself shalt fade,

I'll watch thy gentle parting shade,

And then for ever love thee. --