ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOW, APRIL, 1786.
Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow’r,
Thou’s met met me in an evil hour,
For I maun crush amang the stoure
Thy slender stem;
To spare thee now is past my pow’r,
Thou bonnie gem!
Alas! it’s no thy neibor sweet,
The bonnie lark, companion meet,
Bending thee 'mang the dewie weet,