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Ere twice the shades o' dawn are fled, In a' its crimson glory spread, And drooping rich the dewy head,
 * It scents the early morning.

Within the bush her covert nest A little linnet fondly prest, The dew sat chilly on her breast
 * Sae early in the morning:

She soon shall see her tender brood, The pride, the pleasure o' the wood, Amang the fresh green leaves bedew'd,
 * Awauk the early morning.

So thou, dear bird, young Jeanie fair, On trembling string, or vocal air, Shall sweetly pay the tender care
 * That tents thy early morning:

So thou, sweet rose-bud, young and gay, Shall beauteous blaze upon the day, And bless the parent's evening ray,
 * That watch'd thy early morning.

Ye bucks in the fashion, and belles of the nation.
 * Attend to a tale that is certainly true,