The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/O raging Fortune's Withering Blast
O RAGING FORTUNE'S WITHERING BLAST.
O raging fortune's withering blastHas laid my leaf full low! OO raging fortune's withering blastHas laid my leaf full low! O.
My stem was fair, my bud was green,My blossom sweet did blow; OThe dew fell fresh, the sun rose mild,And made my branches grow; O.
But luckless fortune's northern stormsLaid a' my blossoms low, OBut luckless fortune's northern stormsLaid a' my blossoms low, O.