The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill With biography, illustrations, and music |
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THE FLOWER O' LEVERN SIDE.
Ye sunny braes that skirt the Clyde,
Wi' simmer flowers sae braw,
There 's ae sweet flower on Levern side
That 's fairer than them a':
Yet aye it droops its head in wae,
Regardless o' the sunny ray,
And wastes its sweets frae day to day,
Beside the lonely shaw.
Wi' leaves a' steeped in sorrow's dew,
False, cruel man it seems to rue,
Wha aft the sweetest flower will pu',
Then rend its heart in twa.
Wi' simmer flowers sae braw,
There 's ae sweet flower on Levern side
That 's fairer than them a':
Yet aye it droops its head in wae,
Regardless o' the sunny ray,
And wastes its sweets frae day to day,
Beside the lonely shaw.
Wi' leaves a' steeped in sorrow's dew,
False, cruel man it seems to rue,
Wha aft the sweetest flower will pu',
Then rend its heart in twa.
Thou bonnie flower on Levern side,
Oh, gin thoul't be but mine,
I 'll tend thee wi' a lover's pride,
Wi' love that ne'er shall tine.
I 'll take thee to my sheltering bower,
And shield thee frae the beating shower;
Unharmed by aught, thou l't bloom secure
Frae a' the blasts that blaw.
Thy charms surpass the crimson dye
That streaks the glowing western sky;
But, here, unshaded, soon thou l't die,
And lone will be thy fa'.
Oh, gin thoul't be but mine,
I 'll tend thee wi' a lover's pride,
Wi' love that ne'er shall tine.
I 'll take thee to my sheltering bower,
And shield thee frae the beating shower;
Unharmed by aught, thou l't bloom secure
Frae a' the blasts that blaw.
Thy charms surpass the crimson dye
That streaks the glowing western sky;
But, here, unshaded, soon thou l't die,
And lone will be thy fa'.
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