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There wild woods grow, and rivers row^
And mony a hill between ;
But day and night my fancy's flight
Is ever wi' my Jean.
I see her in the dewy flowers,
I see her sweet and fair :
I hear her in the tunefu' birds,
I hear her charm the air :
There's not a bonnie flower that springs
By fountain, shaw, or green,
There's not a bonnie bird that sings.
But minds me o' my Jean.
THE POSIE.
[By Burns.]
O LUVE will venture in where it daur na weel be seen,
O luve will venture in where wisdom ance has been ;
But I will down yon river rove, amang the wood sae
green.
And a' to pu' a posie to my ain dear May.
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' 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 baumy 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.
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