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Come let me take thee to my breast

Come, let me take thee to my breast, And pledge we ne'er shall sunder; And I shall spurn, as vilest dust, The warld's wealth and grandeur: And do I hear my Jeanie own, That equal transports move her? I ask for dearest life alone That I may live to love her. Thus in my arms, wi' a thy charms, I clasp my countless treasure; I seek nae mair o' Heaven to share, Than sic a moment's pleasure: And by thy een, sae bonie blue, I swear I'm thine for ever! And on thy lips I seal my vow, And break it shall I never!


John Ramage

About this work

This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1793 and is read here by John Ramage.

More about this song

It is thought that the subject of this poem is Jean Lorimer (1775-1831), the daughter of a merchant who lived about two miles from Ellisland. She was a frequent visitor to Burns’s house, and was often called ‘Chloris’ by the Bard, who referred to the platonic love that existed between them.

The song is set to the tune of ‘Cauld Kail’ which Burns noted in a letter to George Thomson, 28 August 1793, ‘is such a favourite of yours, that I once more roved out yesterevening for a gloaming-shot at the Muses; when the Muse that presides o’er the shores of Nith, or rather my old Inspiring dearest Nymph, Coila, whispered me the following’.

Thomson did concede that the song ‘sweetly suited’ the air, but he still attempted to improve on the song by setting the song instead to ‘Alley Croker’.

Ralph McLean

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