O Were My Love Yon Lilac Fair
Robert Bums
O were my Love yon1 lilac2 fair3,
Wi’4 purple blossoms5 to the spring,
And I a bird to shelter6 there,
When wearied7 on my little wing;
How I wad8 mourn9 when it was torn10
By autumn wild and winter rude!
But I wad sing on wanton11 wing
When youthfu’12 May its bloom renew’d13.
O gin14 my Love were yon red rose
That grows upon the castle wa’15,
And I mysel16 a drap17 o’18 dew,
Into her bonnie19 breast to fa’20;
O there, beyond expression blest,
I’d feast21 on beauty a’22 the night;
Seal’d23 on her silk-saft24 faulds25 to rest,
Till frey’d26 awa’27 by Phoebus’28 light.