O, Were My Love

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!