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My ain dear Jean.

Love will enten in where it dare not well be seen, And love will enter in, where wisdom once has been, But I will down you river, O, Among the leaves so green; And its a' to pu' a posey to my ain dear Jean.

I'll pull the blooming rose the beauty of the year, And I will pu' the pink, the emblem of my dear, For she's the pink of women kind, We will her aye exten': And its a' to pu' a posy for my ain kind Jean.

The lily it is white and the lilly it is fair, Along her loving bosom I'll place a lily there! The hayacinth for constency, Se sweet and lovely seen, And its a' to make a posy to my ain dear Jean.

I'll pull the blooming rose-white, it glitters on the dew, It's like a balmy kiss upon her bonny mou'; For the hayacinth for constancy, So sweet and smiling been, And its a' to make a posy for my ain dear Jean.

I'll tie the posy round, with a silken cord of love,