The Gardener
THE GARDENER—A
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Kinloch MSS, V, 47, in the handwriting of James Beattie;
from the recitation of his aunt, Miss Elizabeth Beattie.
1
The gardener stands in his bower-door,
With a primrose in his hand,
And by there came a leal maiden,
As jimp's a willow wand.
And by, etc.
2
‘O lady, can you fancy me,
For to be my bride,
You'll get a' the flowers in my garden,
To be to you a weed.
3
‘The lily white shall be your smock;
Becomes your body neat;
And your head shall be deckd with jellyflower,
And the primrose in your breast.
4
‘Your gown shall be o the sweet-william,
Your coat o camovine,
And your apron o the salads neat,
That taste baith sweet and fine.
5
‘Your stockings shall be o the broad kail-blade,
That is baith broad and long;
And narrow, narrow at the coot,
And broad, broad at the brawn.
6
‘Your gloves shall be the marygold,
All glittering to your hand,
Well spread oer wi the blue blaewort,
That grows in corn-land.’
7
‘O fare you well, young man,’ she says,
‘Farewell, and I bid adieu;
Since you've provided a weed for me,
Among the summer flowers,
Then I'll provide another for you,
Among the winter showers.
8
‘The new-fallen snow to be your smock;
Becomes your body neat;
And your head shall be deckd with the eastern wind,
And the cold rain on your breast.’
