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 8 And bonnie she, and ah! how dear, It shaded frae the e'enin' sun. Yon rosebuds in the morning dew, How pure amang the leaves sae green; But purer was the lover's vow They witness'd in their shade yestreen. All in its rude and prickly bower, That crimson rose, how sweet and fair; But love is far a sweeter flower Amid life's thorny path of care. The pathless wild, and wimplin burn, Wi' Chloris in my arms, be mine; And I the world, nor wish, nor scorn, Its joys and griefs alike resign. FINIS.