Robert Burns, 1791
O how shall I, unskilfu', try|
The poet's occupation?
The tunefu' powers, in happy hours,
That whisper inspiration;
Even they maun dare an effort mair
Than aught they ever gave us,
Ere they rehearse, in equal verse,
The charms o' lovely Davies.
2. Each eye it cheers when she appears,
3. Her smile's a gift frae 'boon the lift,|
That maks us mair than princes;
A sceptred hand, a king's command,
Is in her darting glances;
The man in arms 'gainst female charms
Even he her willing slave is,
He hugs his chain, and owns the reign
Of conquering, lovely Davies.
4. My Muse, to dream of such a theme,
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