Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 195. Song—A Rose-bud by my Early Walk |
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| A ROSE-BUD by my early walk, | |
| Adown a corn-enclosed bawk, | |
| Sae gently bent its thorny stalk, | |
| All on a dewy morning. | |
| Ere twice the shades o’ dawn are fled, | 5 |
| In a’ its crimson glory spread, | |
| And drooping rich the dewy head, | |
| It scents the early morning. | |
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| Within the bush her covert nest | |
| A little linnet fondly prest; | 10 |
| The dew sat chilly on her breast, | |
| Sae early in the morning. | |
| She soon shall see her tender brood, | |
| The pride, the pleasure o’ the wood, | |
| Amang the fresh green leaves bedew’d, | 15 |
| Awake the early morning. | |
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| So thou, dear bird, young Jeany fair, | |
| On trembling string or vocal air, | |
| Shall sweetly pay the tender care | |
| That tents thy early morning. | 20 |
| So thou, sweet Rose-bud, young and gay, | |
| Shalt beauteous blaze upon the day, | |
| And bless the parent’s evening ray | |
| That watch’d thy early morning. | |
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