But there it streams, an' richly reams! foams
My Helicon I ca' that.
Great love I bear to a' the fair,
Their humble slave, an' a' that;
But lordly will, I hold it still
A mortal sin to thraw that. thwart
In raptures sweet this hour we meet
Wi' mutual love, an' a' that;
But for how lang the flee may stang, fly, sting
Let inclination law that. regulate