Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 537. Song—O bonie was yon rosy Brier |
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| O BONIE was yon rosy brier, | |
| That blooms sae far frae haunt o’ man; | |
| And bonie she, and ah, how dear! | |
| It shaded frae the e’enin sun. | |
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| Yon rosebuds in the morning dew, | 5 |
| How pure, amang the leaves sae green; | |
| But purer was the lover’s vow | |
| They witness’d in their shade yestreen. | |
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| All in its rude and prickly bower, | |
| That crimson rose, how sweet and fair; | 10 |
| But love is far a sweeter flower, | |
| Amid life’s thorny path o’ care. | |
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| The pathless, wild and wimpling burn, | |
| Wi’ Chloris in my arms, be mine; | |
| And I the warld nor wish nor scorn, | 15 |
| Its joys and griefs alike resign. | |
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