Air - "Hughie Graham."
I.
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 renewed.
II.
O gin my love were yon red rose,
That grows upon the castle wa';
And I mysel' a drap o' dew,
Into her bonnie breast to fa'!
Oh, 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.
The Red, Red Rose.
Robert Burns
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Poem topics: autumn, beauty, light, night, purple, red, rose, spring, winter, bird, wild, castle, expression, mourn, bloom, wing, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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