O, Were My Love Yon Lilac Fair

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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 mysel 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!

© Robert Burns