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In warmer bower we'll plant the flower,
An' skreen it round wi' myrtle.'
Sae Fate up drew the flower, an' flew
Where Mersey's stream rows flowing;
There, skreen'd frae harm, they plant it warm,
For there Love's beams were glowing!
Fair, fair it spread, au' gratefu' shed
Its healing balms sweet smelling;
An' as they flew. Affliction knew
Blest health was near his dwelling.
Oh! had ye been whare I hae seen
This rose mang myrtles blooming,
Ye wad hae sworn nae canker-worm
Was fast its roots consuming.
But well-a-day! looks will betray!
An' death Love's joy, will sever!—
Fre midnight hour death nipt the flower!—
Its sweets are gone for ever!
Ye wha can smile at Life's fause guile
While health's warm sun shines beamy,
Learn, that the flower o' Mersey's bower
Was Lucy's peerless Jamie:
An' ye wha mourn at Currie's urn,
Or weep by Mersey's river,
