O Raging Fortune’s Withering Blast.
Words by Burns.
Air by Tam Linn.
Arranged by Finlay Dun.
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O raging fortune’s withering blast,
Has laid my leaf full low!
O raging fortune’s withering blast,
Has laid my leaf full low.
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My stem was fair, my bud was green,
My blossom sweet did blow;
The dew fell fresh, the sun rose mild,
And made my braches grow.
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But luckless fortune’s northern storms
Laid a’ my blossoms low;
But luckless fortune’s northern storms
Laid a’ my blossoms low.
