POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
109 
The primrose I will pu’, the firstling o’ the jmar, 
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’ll pu’ the budding rose, when Phoebus peeps in 
view. 
For it’s like a balmy kiss o’ her. sweet bonnie 
mou; 
The hyacinth’s for constancy, wi’ its unchanging 
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’s for simplicity and unaffected air; 
And a’ to be a posie to my ain dear May. 
The hawthorn I will pu’, wi’ its locks o’ siller 
grey. 
Where, like an aged man, it stands at break o’day; 
But the songster’s nest within the bush I winna 
tak away ; 
And a’ to be a posie to my ain dear May. 
The woodbine I will pu’, when the e’ening star is 
near. 
And the diamond drops o’ dew shall be her een 
sae clear: 
