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A Rose-bud by my early walk, / Adown a corn-enclosed 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 Rose-bud, young and gay, / Shalt beauteous blaze upon the day, / And bless the parent's evening ray / That watch'd thy early morning.