O raging Fortune’s withering blast – [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.