The Flower of Pain
WHERE Mary set her bonny foot
Throughout the North Countree,
No English roses c'er took root,
No foreign fleur-de-lys.
Round palace tower and prison wall
('Tis vain to cut them down),
The Scottish thistles cluster tall:
The thorns of Mary's crown.
Where'er she lived Scotch thistle grows,
Her Flower of Pain is seen:
More loyal than the Southern rose,
Its purple mourns the Queen.