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THE BUD ON THE BRIER.

The bud on the brier it is'bonnie enough, An’ sae is the flow'r on the ha' lass:[stream, How sweet shines the red setting sun in the But thou art the sweetest of a’ lass:

The lavrock on the lea, lass. The lintie on the tree, lass; The mavies aft renews her sang, But nane o' them sings like thee, lass.

The meeting o’ friends may be happy, I own. An’ blinks o’ content gie us a’, lass; But rapture ne’er comes frae the ee to the heart, Save only when love gies the law, lass.

The bottle has its charm, lass, Which toil an’ care disarm, lass; But lasting pleasure ne’er is found, Till love the bosom warm, lass.

In conquering kingdoms let tyrants unite An’ patriots fight to be free, lass; But conquering canna gie them the delight I hae being conqu’red by thee, lass.

For freedom’s but a name, lass. And slavery’s just the same, lass; I’ll wear thy chain wi' a’ my heart, Gif ye will be my ain, lass.