II.

When purple morning starts the hare To steal upon her early fare, Then thro' the dews he maun repair-- The gard'ner wi' his paidle. When day, expiring in the west, The curtain draws of nature's rest, He flies to her arms he lo'es best-- The gard'ner wi' his paidle.

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BLOOMING NELLY.

Tune--"_On a bank of flowers._"

[One of the lyrics of Allan Ramsay's collection seems to have been in the mind of Burns when he wrote this: the words and air are in the Museum.]