o were my love yon lilac fair（1/1）

o were my love yon lilac fair

air—“hughie graham.”

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 myself 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!