The Flowers of the Forest..
I've seen the smiling of fortune beguiling,
I've felt all her favors and found their decay;
Sweet was her blessing,
Fond her caressing,
But now they are fled-fled far away.
I've seen the forest adorned, the foremost,
"With flowers of the fairest, both pleasant and gay;
Sweet was their blooming,
Their scent the air perfuming,
But now they are withered, and a'withed away!
I've seen the morning with gold the bills adorning,
And clouds and tempests storming before the mid-day;
I've seen Tweeds silver streams
Glittering in the sunny beams.
Grow drumlie and dark as they rolled on their way.
O fickle fortune, why this cruel sporting?
Why thus perplex us, poor sons of a day?
Nae mair thy frowns fear me,
Nae mair thy smiles cheer me,
For the flowers of the forest are a'withed away!