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Tune-"The Gardener's March."
When rosy May comes in wi' flowers, / To deck her gay, green-spreading bowers, / Then busy, busy are his hours, / The Gard'ner wi' his paidle.
The crystal waters gently fa', / The merry bards are lovers a', / The scented breezes round him blaw- / The Gard'ner wi' his paidle.
When purple morning starts the hare / To steal upon her early fare; / Then thro' the dews he maun repair- / The Gard'ner wi' his paidle.
When day, expiring in the west, / The curtain draws o' Nature's rest, / He flies to her arms he lo'es the best, / The Gard'ner wi' his paidle.