Rosebud (Robert Burns) A rosebud, by my early walk Adown a corn-inclosed bawk, Sae gently bent its thorny stalk, All on a-dewy morning. ... So thou, dear bird, young Jeany fair, On trembling string or vocal air, Shall sweetly pay the tender care That tents thy early morning! So thou, sweet rosebud, young and gay, Shall beauteous blaze upon the day, And bless the parent's evening ray That watch'd thy early morning! ...