A Rose-Bud By My Early Walk
a rose-bud by my early walk
a rose-bud by my early walk,
adown a -enclosed bawk,
sae gently bent its thorny stalk,
all on a dewy m.
ere twice the shades o' dawn are fled,
in a' its crimson glory spread,
and drooping rich the dewy head,
it sts the early m.
within the bush her covert
a little li fondly prest;
the dew sat chilly on her breast,
sae early in the m.
she soon shall see her tender brood,
the pride, the pleasure o' the wood,
amang the fresh green leaves bedew'd,
awake the early m.
so thou, dear bird, you
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