From Mr. Herd's MS.
O gin my love were yon red rose,
That grows upon the castle wa',
And I mysell a drap of dew,
Down on that red rose I would fa'.
O my love's bonny, bonny, bonny;
Whene'er I look on her weel-far'd face,
She looks and smiles again to me.
O gin my love were a pickle of wheat,
And growing upon yon lily lee,
And I mysell a bonny wee bird,
Awa' wi' that pickle o' wheat I wad flee.
O my love's bonny, &c.
O gin my love were a coffer o' gowd,
And I the keeper of the key,
I wan open me kist whene'er I list,
And in that coffer I wad be,
O my love's bonny, &c. *
* {For the originals of all these lover's wishes, see the Greek Anthology, passim, or the English translation of Bland and Merivale, 2 vols. 12 mo. 1833 - ED.}
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