The Rose Amang the Thorns

I foun a Rose amang the thorns aw saft wae morning dew
I stapped tae pick this bonnie flower
Lik anybody wid dae
The sharp thorns scarted and made me sore
Like a wuman I once knew
When I met this wumman fair was she
An I thought her love was true
She held me in hir lovin arms
I felt jist like a king
I was soon tae ken hir love was false
Tae me that seemed a sin
The words were sweet and flatterin
And beguiling of was she
But in mae blin and lovin state
These things I could nae see
But then mae eyes wur opened
As she drapped me lik a stane
It seemed jist lik the briar patch
In amang the thorns
Oh how they scarted and tore at mae
They seemed to taunt an say
‘Yea luved that vixen yesterday
Luk what she’s done the day!’