TUNE—"Hughie Graham"
"O GIN my love were yon red rose,
"That grows upon the castle wa';
"And I mysel' a drap o' dew,
"Into her bonnie 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 Phoebus' light."
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.