O luve will venture in where it daurnaweel be seen,
O luvewill venture in where wisdom ancehas been;
But I will doun yonriver rove, amangthe wood sae green,
And a’ to pu’ a Posie to my ain dear May.
The primrose I will pu’, the firstling o’ the year,
And I will pu’ the pink, the emblem o’ my dear;
For she’s the pink o’ womankind, and blooms without a peer,
And a’ to be a Posie to my ain dear May.
I’ll pu’the budding rose, when Phoebus peeps in view,
For it’s like a baumykiss o’ her sweet, boniemou;
The hyacinth’s for constancy wi’ its unchanging blue,
And a’ to be a Posie to my ain dear May.
The lily it is pure, and the lily it is fair,
And in her lovely bosom I’ll place the lily there;
The daisy’s for simplicity and unaffected air,
And a’ to be a Posie to my ain dear May.
The hawthorn I will pu’, wi’ its locks o’ sillergray,
Where, like anaged man, it stands at break o’ day;
Butthe songster’s nest within the bush I winnatakaway
And a’ to be a Posie to my ain dear May.
The woodbine I will pu’, when the e’ening star is near,
And the diamond draps o’ dew shall be her eensaeclear;
The violet’s for modesty, which weelshe fa’s to wear,
And a’ to be a Posie to my ain dear May.
I’ll tie the Posie round wi’the silken band o’ luve,
And I’ll place it in her breast, and I’ll swear bya’above,
That to my latest draught o’life the band shall ne’er remove,
And this will be a Posie to my aindear May.