O Were My Love Yon Lilac Fair

Air—"Hughie Graham."

     O were my love yon Lilac fair,
     Wi' purple blossoms to the Spring,
     And I, a bird to shelter there,
     When wearied on my little wing!
     How I wad mourn when it was torn
     By Autumn wild, and Winter rude!
     But I wad sing on wanton wing,
     When youthfu' May its bloom renew'd.

     O gin my love were yon red rose,
     That grows upon the castle wa';
     And I myself a drap o' dew,
     Into her bonie breast to fa'!
     O there, beyond expression blest,
     I'd feast on beauty a' the night;
     Seal'd on her silk-saft faulds to rest,
     Till fley'd awa by Phoebus' light!