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I wish I might a rose-bud grow
And thou wouldst cull me from the bower.
To place read more
I wish I might a rose-bud grow
And thou wouldst cull me from the bower.
To place me on that breast of snow
Where I should bloom a wintry flower.
When love came first to earth, the Spring
Spread rose-beds to receive him.
When love came first to earth, the Spring
Spread rose-beds to receive him.
A white rosebud for a guerdon.
A white rosebud for a guerdon.
Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew,
How pure amang the leaves sae green!
Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew,
How pure amang the leaves sae green!
Go pretty rose, go to my fair,
Go tell her all I fain would dare,
Tell her read more
Go pretty rose, go to my fair,
Go tell her all I fain would dare,
Tell her of hope; tell her of spring,
Tell her of all I fain would sing,
Oh! were I like thee, so fair a thing.
I'll pu' the budding rose, when Phoebus peeps in view,
For its like a baumy kiss o'er her sweet read more
I'll pu' the budding rose, when Phoebus peeps in view,
For its like a baumy kiss o'er her sweet bonnie mou'!
The full-blown rose, mid dewy sweets
Most perfect dies.
The full-blown rose, mid dewy sweets
Most perfect dies.
Till the rose's lips grow pale
With her sighs.
Till the rose's lips grow pale
With her sighs.
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
