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Sae gently bent Its thorny stalk,
All on a dewy morning.
Ere twice the shades o' dawn are fled.
In a' its crimson glory spread,
And drooping rich the dewy head.
It scents the early morning.
Within the bush, her covert nest
A little linnet fondly prest,
The dew sat chilly on her breast
Sae early in the morning.
She soon shall see her tender brood.
The pride the pleasure of the wood,
Amang the fresh green leaves bedew'd,
Awake the early morning.
So thou, dear bird, young Jenny fair.
On trembling string or vocal air.
Shall sweetly pay the tender care
That tents thy early morning.
So thou, sweet rose-bud, yonng and gay,
Shalt beauteous blaze upon the day,
And bless the parent's evening ray
That watch' d thy early morning.

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