o were y love yon lic fair
air—“hughie graha”
o were y love yon lic fair,
wi&039; purple bloss to the sprg,
and i, a bird to shelter there,
when wearied on y little g!
how i wad ourn when it was torn
by autun wild, and ter rude!
but i wad sg on wanton g,
when youthfu&039; ay its bloo renew&039;d
o g y love were yon red rose,
that grows upon the castle wa&039;;
and i yself a drap o&039; dew,
to her bonie breast to fa&039;!
o there, beyond expression blest,
i&039;d feast on beauty a&039; the night;
seal&039;d on her silk-saft faulds to rest,
till fley&039;d awa by phoeb&039; light!
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