| Bare as winter.|| 1|
|Her breath is like the fragrant breeze,|
That gently stirs the blossomd bean,
When Phbus sinks beneath the seas.
| Cheat like onie unhangd blackguard.|| 3|
| Dark as miserys woeful night.|| 4|
| Dear as the nurtured thrill of joy.|| 5|
| Fire the devout, like cantharidian plasters.|| 6|
| Like a passing thought, she fled.|| 7|
| Fled like frighted doos.|| 8|
| Her foreheads like the showry bow,|
When shining sunbeams intervene,
And gild the distant mountains brow.
|Fresher than the morning dawn|
When rising Phbus first is seen.
| Frisk away,|
Like school-boys, at th expected warning,
To joy and play.
| Gay as the gilded summer sky.|| 12|
|Her hair is like the curling mist|
That shades the mountain-side at een.
| Light as any lambie.|| 14|
|Her lips are like the cherries ripe|
That sunny walls of Boreas screen.
They tempt the taste and charm the sight.
|Oh, my luve is like a red, red rose|
Thats newly sprung in June;
Oh, my luve is like the melodie
Thats sweetly playd in tune.
| Merry as a kitten.|| 17|
| Pale like only lily.|| 18|
|But pleasures are like poppies spread,|
You seize the flower, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow falls in the river,
A moment whitethen melts for ever;
Or like the borealis race,
That flit ere you can point their place;
Or like the rainbows lovely form,
Evanishing amid the storm.
| Relent her|
As blooming spring unbends the brow
Of surly, savage winter.
| Shift, like fortunes favours.|| 21|
| Slip frae me like a knotless thread.|| 22|
| Her smile was like a summer morn.|| 23|
| Spotless as the flowring thorn.|| 24|
| Sweet as the dewy milk-white thorn.|| 25|
| Sweet as yon hawthorns blossom.|| 26|
|Her teeth are like a flock of sheep,|
With fleeces newly washen clean,
That slowly mount the rising steep.
like precipices.|| 28|
as lights a bird upon a thorn.|| 29|
|Her voice is like the evening thrush|
That sings in Cessnock banks unseen,
While his mate sits nestling in the bush.
| As whites a daisy.|| 31|