The Poetry of Robert Burns Edited by William Ernest Henley and Thomas F. Henderson |
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O, WERE MY LOVE |
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O, WERE MY LOVE
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O, were my love yon lilac fairWi' 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.
II
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 Phœbus' light!
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