when youthfu' y its bloorenew'd.

o gin love were yon red rose,

that grows upon the castle wa';

and i self 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!