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!