| Lyrics: | Rosebud
(Robert Burns)
A rosebud, by my early walk
Adown a corn-inclosed
bawk,
Sae gently bent its thorny stalk,
All on a-dewy morning.
Ere twice
the shades o' dawn are fled,
In a' its crimson glory spread,
And drooping rich the dewy
head,
It scents the early morning.
Within the bush her covert nest
A
little linnet fondly prest,
The dew sat chilly on her breast,
Sae early in the
morning,
She soon shall see her tender brood,
The pride, the pleasure o' the
wood,
Amang the fresh green leaves bedew'd,
Awake the early morning.
So
thou, dear bird, young Jeany fair,
On trembling string or vocal air,
Shall sweetly pay the
tender care
That tents thy early morning!
So thou, sweet rosebud, young and
gay,
Shall beauteous blaze upon the day,
And bless the parent's evening ray
That watch'd thy early morning!
@Scots @love @flower @bird
tune: The Rosebud
(213)
filename[ ROSEBUDD
play.exe ROSEBUDD
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