Robert Burns - The Gard'ner Wi' His Paidle lyrics

Tune—"The Gardener's March." When rosy May comes in wi' flowers, To deck her gay, green-spreading bowers, Then busy, busy are his hours, The Gard'ner wi' his paidle. The crystal waters gently fa', The merry bards are lovers a', The scented breezes round him blaw— The Gard'ner wi' his paidle. When purple morning starts the hare To steal upon her early fare; Then thro' the dews he maun repair— The Gard'ner wi' his paidle. When day, expiring in the west, The curtain draws o' Nature's rest, He flies to her arms he lo'es the best, The Gard'ner wi' his paidle.