The Book of Scottish Song/There is a bonnie flower

There is a bonnie flower.

[Words and Music by Andrew Park.]

There is a bonnie blushing flower,
But ah; I darena breathe the name!
I fain would steal it frae its bower,
Though a' should think me sair to blame.
It smiles sae sweet amang the rest,
Like brightest star where ithers shine;
Fain would I place it in my breast,
And make this bonnie blossom mine.

At morn, at sunny noon, whene'er
I see this fair, this favourite flower,
My heart beats high, with wish sincere,
To wile it frae its bonnie bower!—
But oh! I fear to own its charms,
Or tear it frae its parent stem,
For should it wither in my arms,
What would revive my bonnie gem!

Awa'—ye coward thoughts, awa',—
That flower can never fade with me,
That frae the wint'ry winds that blaw
Round each neglected bud is free!
No; it shall only bloom more fair,
When cherish'd and ador'd by me,
And a' my joy, and a' my care,
This bonnie blushing flower shall be!

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