flora’s dial. 93 
Sttlg G. 
WHITE ROSE BUD. — Too young to marry. 
I’m o’er young, I’m O’er young, 
I’m o’er young to marry yet, 
I’m o’er young, ’t would be a sin 
To take me from my mammy yet! Borns. 
lub 7. 
RED ROSE BUD. — Pure. 
There ever doth whisper a still, small voice 
Jo the world within; 
It saith to thy weary heart, “ Rejoice! 
Be free from sin! ” J. W. H. 
Sulg S. 
WHITE ROSE. — I would be single. 
How uneasy is his life, 
Who is troubled with a wife! 
Be she ne’er so fair or comely, 
Be she foul or be she homely, 
Be she blithe or melancholy, 
Have she wit, or have she folly, 
Be she prudent, be she squandering, 
Be she staid, or be she wandering, 
Yet uneasy is his life 
Who is married to a wife. Cotton. 
