Luckless Fortune

[Those lines, as Burns informs us, were written to a tune of his own
composing, consisting of three parts, and the words were the echo of
the air.]

    O raging fortune's withering blast
      Has laid my leaf full low, O!
    O raging fortune's withering blast
      Has laid my leaf full low, O!
    My stem was fair, my bud was green,
      My blossom sweet did blow, O;
    The dew fell fresh, the sun rose mild,
      And made my branches grow, O.
    But luckless fortune's northern storms
      Laid a' my blossoms low, O;
    But luckless fortune's northern storms
      Laid a' my blossoms low, O.