LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
FRAGMENT, IN WITHERSPOON'S 
COLLECTION OF SCOTCH SONGS, 
Tune— “ Hicghie Graham." 
<! 0 gin ray love were yon red rose, 
“ That grows upon the castle wa' ; 
“ And I mysel’ a drap o’ dew, 
“ Into her bonnie breast to fa’ ! 
“ Oh, there beyond expression blest, 
“ I’d feast on beauty a’ the night; 
<! Seal’d on her silk-saft faulds to rest, 
“ Till fley’d awa by Phoebus’ light.” 
*0 were my love yon lilac fair, 
Wi’ purple blossoms to the spring ; 
And I, a bird to shelter there, 
When wearied on my little wing ; 
How I wad mourn, when it was torn 
By autumn wild, and winter rude ! 
But I wad sing on wanton wing, 
When youthfu’ May its bloom renew’d. * 
* These stanzas were added by Burns. 
THE DAISY. 
Of all the floures in the mede 
Than love I most these floures white and rede 
Soch that men callen Daisies in our town, 
To hem I have so great affection, 
As I sayd erst, when comen is the Maie, 
That in my bedde there daweth me no daie, 
That 1 n’am up and walking in the mede 
To see this floure ayenst the Sunne sprede ; 
Whan it up riseth early by the morrow, 
That blissful sight softeneth all my sorrow. 
Chaucer. 
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