Thine Am I, My Faithful Fair

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Title:     Thine Am I, My Faithful Fair
Author: Robert Burns [More Titles by Burns]

[Tune-"The Quaker's Wife."]

Thine am I, my faithful Fair,
Thine, my lovely Nancy;
Ev'ry pulse along my veins,
Ev'ry roving fancy.
To thy bosom lay my heart,
There to throb and languish;
Tho' despair had wrung its core,
That would heal its anguish.

Take away those 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.

-THE END-
Robert Burns' poem: Thine Am I, My Faithful Fair

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