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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