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Poem by Robert Burns


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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 freeh green leaves bedewd,
  Awake the early morning.

So thou, dear bird, young Jeany fair,
On trembling string or vocal air,
Shalt 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 parents evening ray
  That watchd thy early morning.



                      Robert Burns


Robert Burns's other poems:
  1. Scroggam
  2. Lines Written on a Bank-note
  3. Lines Written at Loudon Manse
  4. To Alex Cunningham, Writer
  5. How Lang And Dreary


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