O were my Love yon Lilac fair

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 tornBy 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 roseThat grows upon the castle wa',And I mysel' a drap o' dew,Into her bonie breast to fa'!

Oh, 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 Phœbus' light.