Oh, sweet were the hours
That I spent wi' my Flora,
In yon gay shady bowers,
Roun' the linn o' the Cora!
Her breath was the zephyrs
That waft frae the roses,
And skim o'er the heath
As the summer day closes.
I told her my love-tale,
Which seem'd to her cheering;
Then she breathed on the soft gale
Her song so endearing.
The rock echoes ringing
Seem'd charm'd wi' my story;
And the birds, sweetly singing,
Replied to my Flora.
The sweet zephyr her breath
As it wafts frae the roses,
And skims o'er the heath
As the summer day closes.