Рон Суонсон и поэзия, Парки и Зоны отдыха, сериал

Robert Burns 17591796 O were my love yon Lilac fair, Wi purple blossoms to the Spring, And I, a bird to shelter there, When wearied on my little wing How I wad mourn when it was torn By Autumn wild, and Winter rude But I wad sing on wanton wing, When youthfu May its bloom renew d. O gin my love were yon red rose, That grows upon the castle wa; And I myself a drap o dew, Into her bonie breast to fa O there, beyond expression blest, I d feast on beauty a the night; Seal d on her silksaft faulds to rest, Till fley d awa by Phoebus light