The Rosebud

The Rosebud -- To its own tune ----
Composed by Mr Burns on Miss Cruickshank, Edin.r --
The Music by Mr Sillar, a gentleman in Irvine, Ayrshire --

A Rose-bud by my early walk,
Adown a corn-enclosed bawk,
Sae gently bent its thorny stalk,
All on a dewy morning. --

Ere twice the shades of 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 chilly dew sat 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,
Awauk the early morning. --

So thou, dear bird, young Jeany fair,
On trembling string or vocal air,
Shalt sweetly pay the tender care
That tents thy early morning. --

So thou, sweet Rose-bud young 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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To Mrs Cruickshank, his kind Hostess, with
his best Compliments ----
Robt. Burns


January 16th. 1788 ----