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(167) Page 467 - Oh, gin my love were yon red rose
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OH, GIN MY LOVE WERE YON RED
ROSE.
Tune — Hughie Graham.
Oh, gin my love were yon red rose
That grows upon the castle wa',
And I mysell a drap o' dew,
Into her bonnie breast to fa' !
Oh, there, beyond expression blest,
I'd feast on beauty a' the nicht ;
Seated on her silk-saft faulds to rest,
Till fleyed awa by Phoebus' licht.*
[additional stanza by burns.]
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 !
How I wad sing on wanton wing,
When youthfu' May its bloom renewed.
PUIRTITH CAULD.
BURNS.
Tune — / had a Horse.
O, PUIRTITH cauld, and restless love.
Ye wreck my peace between ye ;
* From Herd's Collection, 1776.

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