Nell: A miserable resolution, Robin.
Burns: I discard it.
Nell: You whistled and I came to ye, my lad.
Burns: Love shall keep me company with John Barleycorn, Nell,
Until I’m on Parnassus Hill
And had of Helicon my fill.
Nell: You’re ice!
Burns: Then I’m a rogue. It was a spleen of Holy Willie’s begetting. Kiss me.
Nell: Are there kisses on the Parnassus Hill you talk of?
Burns: Immortal kisses.