Wellesley College - Legenda Yearbook (Wellesley, MA)

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ROSES Hl ' RE are roses an ' roses ki ' nioiiv, ] ween. An ' ilka ane is tae somebody queen O ' a ' blossoms the gude God makit. There ' s the rich reid rose, — ' tis luve ' s ain floo ' er But hert ' s bluid it means tae a lassie dour, Bv prood lover a ' forsakit. An ' the wee white rose, — ' tis unco ' hraw Wi ' its faint, sweet breith, an ' its hert o ' snaw. As pure as a bairn whae prays. An ' the gairden-rose wi ' its leaves o ' gowd — It kens hoo the sunshine tae keep an ' hand When the rain fa ' s fast o ' the braes. But gin ye speir which a ' luvc masel ' ' Twill be nane o ' these whose name a ' 11 tell — ' Tis the bonnie wild-rose o ' the heather. Its petals are tintit wi ' dawn o ' dav. An ' pearl frae the sea-shell an ' gowd o ' Mav, It hands i ' its hcrt thegither. It has mony a thorn, an ' they pierce ye sair, But ' een whiles ye ' re scratchit, ye lang the mair For the blossoms sae rare and daintv. There are lassies an ' lassies fu ' monv, 1 ween, An ' ilka ane is tae somebody (.]uccn () ' a ' lassies the warld ca ' s fair. There are dark and licht, wi ' blue een an ' broon. An ' tu ' sonsie in homespun or silken goon. But there ' s ane whae ' s a hantle mair. Her cheeks arc the tint o ' the brier-rose An ' her hame bv the burn whaur the sweet-brier grows, Wi the moss an ' bracken thegither. She, too, hes thorns, — whiles thev pierce me sair. But e ' en gin a ' m scratchit, a ' luvc the mair My bonnie wild-rose o ' the heather.