O Raging Fortune's Withering Blast

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.