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flow - ers of the fair - est, most plea - sant and gay ; Sat
bon-nywas their bloom-ing! their scent the air per-fu-ming! But
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now they are wi-ther-ed and weed-ed a - way.
I 've felt all its favours and found its decay ;
Sweet was its blessing, kind its caressing,
But now it is fled — fled far away !
I 've seen the forest adorned the foremost
With flowers of the fairest, most pleasant and gay ;
Sae bonnie was their blooming ! their scent the air per-
fuming !
But now they are withered and weeded away.
I 've seen the morning with gold the hills adorning,
And loud tempest storming before the mid-day.
I 've seen Tweed's silver streams, shining in the sunny beams,
Grow drumly and dark as he rowed on his way.
Oh, fickle Fortune, why this cruel sporting ?
Oh, why still perplex us, poor sons of a day ?
Nae mair your smiles can cheer me, nae mair your frowns
can fear me ;
For the Flowers of the Forest are withered away.

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