Rose O' Summerlee

Hannah Rarity

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The tiny snowdrop slowly rises
Pushing through the frozen ground
Her slender body pastel green
Her young girl’s head, coyly bowed
Her petals wae their pale complexion
Moistened by the morning mist
The snowdrop is the maid of Spring
I mind when Maggie wis like this

O a’ the flooers that grow around
However colourful they be
They’re pit tae shame when ma Maggie blooms
She’s the rose o’ Summerlee

Though she wis just a workin’ lassie
Wae neither frills nor pampered airs
Her beauty was a natural thing
No preened wae jewels or fancy claes
And as we walked wild summer places
Where broom and iris grew sae braw
Their brightness in her presence died
Ma Maggie shone abune them a’

O a’ the flooers that grow around
However colourful they be
They’re pit tae shame when ma Maggie blooms
She’s the rose o’ Summerlee