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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 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!
Robert Burns (1793)
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