From the newer version second version of The Flowers of the Forest from The Minstrelsy Of The Scottish Borders.

first verse and las verse

I've seen the smiling of fortune beguiling,
I've tasted her favours and felt her decay,
Sweet is her blessing and kind her caressing,
But soon it is fled - it is fled far away.

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O fickle fortune ! why this cruel sporting,
Why thus perplex us poor sons of a day ?
Thy frowns cannot fear me, thy smiles cannot cheer me,
Since the flowers of the forest are a' wede away