with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns
with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns
176 While thus we lay she sang a sang, Till echo rang a mile and farther, And ay the burden o' the sang Was—o'er the moor amang the heather. O'er the moor, Sfc. She charm'd my heart, and aye sinsyne, I could na think on any ither By sea and sky she shall be mine The bonnie lass amang the heather. (Xer the moor, S^c. : !
177 TO THE ROSE BUD. This song is the composition of a Johfisottf a joiner in the neighbourhood of Belfast,— The tune is bt^ Oswald, altered, evidently, from Jockie's Gray Breeks. All hail to thee thou bawmy bud, Thou charming child o' simmer, hail Ilk fragrant thorn and lofty wood Does nod thy welcome to the vale. See on thy lovely faulded form, Glad Phoebus smiles wi' chearing eye. While on thy head the dewy morn Has shed the tears o' silent joy. Th\e tuneful tribes frae yonder bower, Wi' sangs of joy thy presence hail Then haste, thou bawmy fragrant flower^ And gie thy bosom to the gale. And see the fair industrious bee, With airy wheel and soothing hum. Flies ceaseless round thy parent tree. While gentle breezes trembling come« VOL. IX. N ; ;
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177<br />
TO THE ROSE BUD.<br />
This song is the composition of a Johfisottf<br />
a joiner in the neighbourhood of Belfast,— The tune<br />
is bt^ Oswald, altered, evidently, from Jockie's Gray<br />
Breeks.<br />
All hail to thee thou bawmy bud,<br />
Thou charming child o' simmer, hail<br />
Ilk fragrant thorn <strong>and</strong> lofty wood<br />
Does nod thy welcome to the vale.<br />
See on thy lovely faulded form,<br />
Glad Phoebus smiles wi' chearing eye.<br />
While on thy head the dewy morn<br />
Has shed the tears o' silent joy.<br />
Th\e tuneful tribes frae yonder bower,<br />
Wi' sangs of joy thy presence hail<br />
Then haste, thou bawmy fragrant flower^<br />
And gie thy bosom to the gale.<br />
And see the fair industrious bee,<br />
With airy wheel <strong>and</strong> soothing hum.<br />
Flies ceaseless round thy parent tree.<br />
While gentle breezes trembling come«<br />
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