The Rosy Brier. Air-”I wish my love was in a myre.” By Burns

 

The Rosy Brier.

Air-”I wish my love was in a myre.”

O bonnie was yon rosy brier, 
That blooms sae far frae haunt o' man; 
And bonnie she, and ah, how dear! 
It shaded frae the e'enin sun.

Yon rosebuds in the morning dew 
How pure, amang the leaves sae green; 
But purer was the lover's vow, 
They witnessed in their shade yestreen . 

All in its rude and prickly bower,
That crimson rose how sweet and fair; 
But love is far a sweeter flower,
Amid life's thorny path o' care. 

The pathless, wild and wimpling burn, 
Wi' Chloris in my arms, be mine; 
And I the warld nor wish nor scorn, 
Its joys and griefs alike resign.
By Burns