The Book of Scottish Song/O gin I were

O gin I were.

[Alex. Maclaggan.]

O! gin I were the balmy sleep
That saftly seals young Phœbe's e'e,
When, soothed by slumbers warm and deep,
Sic visions in her dreams wad be
As angels might be blythe to see.

Then I would ope my aching heart,
My aching heart, that Phœbe fair
Might see in every troubled part
Her own sweet image smiling there,
Like sunshine on a cloud of care.

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