CXI.
Reading edition
AH, CHLORIS, SINCE IT MAY NA BE.
Tune—“Major Graham.”
[Sir Harris Nicolas found these lines on Chloris among the papers of Burns, and printed them in his late edition of the poet’s works.]
I.
Ah, Chloris, since it may na be, That thou of love wilt hear; If from the lover thou maun flee, Yet let the friend be dear.
II.
Altho’ I love my Chloris mair Than ever tongue could tell; My passion I will ne’er declare, I’ll say, I wish thee well.
III.
Tho’ a’ my daily care thou art, And a’ my nightly dream, I’ll hide the struggle in my heart, And say it is esteem.