white flowers The red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose breathes of love; O, the red rose is a falcon, And the white rose is a dove. Has a kiss of desire on the lips But I send you a cream-white

I've heard the lilting, at the yowe-milking, Lassies a-lilting before dawn o' day; But now they are moaning on ilka green loaning; "The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away". ... Dool and wae