The hawthorn I will pu’
Wi’ its locks o’ siller gray,
Where, like an aged man,
It stands at break of day.
But the songster’s nest within the bush
I winna tak away—
And a’ to be a posie
To my ain dear May.
VI.
The woodbine I will pu’
When the e’ening star is near,
And the diamond drops o’ dew
Shall be her e’en sae clear;
The violet’s for modesty,
Which weel she fa’s to wear,
And a’ to be a posie
To my ain dear May.
VII.
I’ll tie the posie round,
Wi’ the silken band o’ luve,
And I’ll place it in her breast,
And I’ll swear by a’ above,
That to my latest draught of life
The band shall ne’er remove,
And this will be a posie
To my ain dear May.
CXXVIII.
COUNTRY LASSIE.
Tune—“The Country Lass.”
[A manuscript copy before me, in the poet’s handwriting, presents two or three immaterial variations of this dramatic song.]