when youthfu' may its bloom renew'd.
o gin my love were yon red rose,
that grows upon the castle wa';
and i myself 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!