O, my love’s like a weeping willow (after Bobbie Burns)

O, my love’s like a weeping willow
That sways upon the breeze,
And yet she’s never weeping,
Nor catches miseries.

She lets all sorrow pass her by,
She sways around, endearing;
If lucky, I can catch her eye,
And then to me she’s steering!

She covers me with kisses light;
In shady cool I’m warm and strong;
And when the wind departs with night
I sway her branches with my song.

O love, my love, so cheery true,
O woman griefless, of no strife,
I’ll dance the willow dance with you
And kiss the leaves of all my life!

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