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POLTRY OF FLOWERS. 45 
The primrose I will pu’, the firstling o’ 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’ tobe a posie to my own dear May. 
Pll 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 pw’, wi’ its locks o siller 
grey, 
Where, likean aged man, it standsat 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 
ig near, 
And the diamond drops o’ dew shall be her een 
sae clear ; 





