Her Flowing Locks, The Raven'S Wing, Adown Her Neck And Bosom Hing; How Sweet Unto That Breast To Cling, And Round That Neck Entwine Her! Her Lips Are Roses Wat Wi' Dew, O, What A Feast Her Bonnie Mou'! Her Cheeks A Mair Celestial Hue, A Crimson Still Diviner.