I canna' get my mouth about it,
It lies so deeply on my heart,
That aye when trying to divulge it,
My thoughts fly somehow all apart.
Were I to learn the best confession
That e'er by pen of man was writ,
To try to speak it in her presence
I should not have the power or wit.
As in the rose's opening petals
Devotion pure is ever spread,
So in the flushings of my countenance
She my heart's feelings must have read.
Oh! gladly anywhere I'd venture,
Dare anything to prove it true;
But to disclose my ardent passion
Is just the thing I canna' do.
I canna' get my mouth about it,
It lies so deeply on my heart,
That aye when trying to divulge it,
My thoughts fly somehow all apart.