HER FLOWING LOCKS
It is not known when the following fragment of a song was written by Robert Burns but it is thought that he probably had a tune in mind to accompany it before eventually abandoning the project.
“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 bonie mou'!
Her cheeks a mair celestial hue, A crimson still diviner.”