MARIGOLD.
Marigold, marigold, wi’ thy wee cup o’ gold,
What is it mak’s thee sae bonnie an’ gay?
Sunshine has drappit, an’ filled up my cup o’ gold
Fu’ to the brim wi’ the licht o’ the day.
Marigold, marigold, surely ye canna hold
A’ the sweet sunshine ’at draps frae the sky!
Nay, I’ve a muckle o’ licht ’at I winna hold,