A primrose on a river's brim Only a primrose was to him And nothing more. As a slight token that he has not forgot Primrose Day, my good friend, Mr. John Smith (auld C) of Alyth, sings :— O, the bonnie, bonnie primrose, Sae fairy-formed an' sweet! Can e'er wi' it compete. It sweetly blinks upon the bank, Nae wirds can tell the joys sublime It fills the woodland, lea, an' glade, The yellow linnet near it sits O, I cou'd lis'en to its lilts, Nor think the day owre lang. O, ye bonnie, bonnie primrose ! The common primrose, Primula Vulgaris, adorns the woods and groves and umbrageous banks and grassy wastes, and other similar places of most parts of Britain; and is, or ought to be, known to everybody as one of the most charming of our wild flowers. Its root is somewhat fleshy, and has long fibres; its leaves are radical, numerous, obovate-oblong, unequally-toothed, soft, wrinkled, and slightly downy, and stands on short, broad footstalks; and its flowers are generally solitary, but sometimes unbelled, and are large, numerous, and sulphur-coloured, with a darker radiating central spot, and bloom from March till June. The Scottish primrose, Primula Scotica, is a native of the lofty mountains of the Scottish Highlands. It is somewhat akin to the mealy primrose, and quite resembles it in the colour of the flowers and in the time of blooming; but its mealiness is yellower, and spreads more or less over both surfaces of the leaves. In the garb of old Gaul, with the fire of old Rome, We're tall as the oak on the mount of the vale, In our realm may the fury of faction long cease, May our councils be wise and our commerce increase; And in Scotia's cold climate may each of us find That our friends still prove true, and our beauties prove kind. |