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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.
The Waterloo Brose.
Tune-Mauchline Lassess
Ye bucks in the fashion, and belles of the nation.
- Attend to a tale that is certainly true,</poem>
