40 TIIE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
The Primrose I will pu’, the firstling of the 
year, 
And I will pu’ the Pink, the emblem o’ my 
dear ; 
For she’s the pink o’ womankind, and blooms 
without a peer — 
And a’ to be a posie to my ain dear May. 
I will pu’ the budding Rose, when Phoebus 
peeps in view, 
For it’s likea baumy kiss o’ her sweet bonnie 
mou’ ; 
The Hyacinth’s for constancy, Wi’ its un- 
changing blue — 
And a’ to be a posie to my ain dear May. 
The Lily it is pure, and the Lily it is fair, 
And in her lovely bosom I’ll place the Lily 
there ; 
The Daisy for simplicity, and unaffected 
air— 
And a’ to be a posie to my ain dear May. 
