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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! Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |