| Lyrics: | THE POSIE
O, luve will venture in where it daur na weel be seen!
O, luve will
venture in, where wisdom ance hath been!
But I will doun yon river rove amang the wood sae
green,
And a' to pu a posie to my ain dear May!
The primirose I will pu, the
firstling o the year,
And I will pu the pink, the emblem o my dear,
For she's the pink o
womankind, and blooms without a peer-
And a'to be a posie to my ain dear May!
I'II
pu the budding rose, when Phoebus peeps in view,
For it's like a baumy kiss o her sweet, bonie
mou.
The hyacinth's for constancy wi its unchanging blue-
And a'to be a posie to my ain
dear May!
The lily it is pure, and the lily it is fair,
And in her lovely bosom I'll
place the lily there.
The daisy's for simplicity an unaffected air-
And a'to be a
posie to my ain dear May!
The hawthorn I will pu, wi its locks o siller gray,
Where,
like an aged man, it stands at break o day;
But the songster's nest within the bush I winna tak
away-
And a'to be a posie to my ain dear May!
The woodbine I will pu, when the
e'ening star is near,
And thc diamond draps o dew shall be her een sae clear!
The violet's
for modesty, which weel she fa's to wear-
And a'to be a posie to my ain dear
May!
I'II tie the posie round wi'the silken band o luve,
And I'11 place it in her
breast, and 1'll swear by a'above,
That to my latest draught o life the band shall ne'er
remove
And this will be a posie to my ain dear May!
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