1.
Sweet flow'ret, pledge o' meikle love,
And ward o' monie a prayer,
What heart o' stane wad thou na move,
Sae helpless, sweet, and fair!
2.
November hirples o'er the lea,
Chill, on thy lovely form;
And gane, alas! the shelt'ring tree,
Should shield thee frae the storm.
3.
May he who gives the rain to pour,
And wings the blast to blaw,
Protect thee frae the driving show'r,
The bitter frost and snaw!
4.
May he, the friend of Woe and Want,
Who heals life's various stounds,
Protect and guard the mother plant,
And heal her cruel wounds!
5.
But late she flourish'd, rooted fast,
Fair on the summer morn,
Now feebly bends she in the blast,
Unshelter'd and forlorn.
6.
Blest be thy bloom, thou lovely gem,
Unscath'd by ruffian hand!
And from thee many a parent stem
Arise to deck our land!

Sweet floweret, pledge of much love,
And ward of many a prayer,
What heart of stone would you not move,
So helpless, sweet, and fair!

November hobbles over the meadow,
Chill, on your lovely form;
And gone, alas! the sheltering tree,
Should shield you from the storm.

May he who gives the rain to pour,
And wings the blast to blow,
Protect you from the driving shower,
The bitter frost and snow!

May he, the friend of Woe and Want,
Who heals life's various shocks,
Protect and guard the mother plant,
And heal her cruel wounds!

But late she flourished, rooted fast,
Fair on the summer morning,
Now feebly bends she in the blast,
Unsheltered and forlorn.

Blest be your bloom, you lovely gem,
Unscathed by ruffian hand!
And from you many a parent stem
Arise to deck our land!