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 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!