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Robert Burns - O, Were My Love Yon Lilac Fair
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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!
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