The tiny snowdrop slowly rises Pushing through the frozen ground Her slender body pastel green Her young girl’s head, coyly bowed Her petals wae their pale complexion Moistened by the morning mist The snowdrop is the maid of Spring I mind when Maggie wis like this O a’ the flooers that grow around However colourful they be They’re pit tae shame when ma Maggie blooms She’s the rose o’ Summerlee Though she wis just a workin’ lassie Wae neither frills nor pampered airs Her beauty was a natural thing No preened wae jewels or fancy claes And as we walked wild summer places Where broom and iris grew sae braw Their brightness in her presence died Ma Maggie shone abune them a’ O a’ the flooers that grow around However colourful they be They’re pit tae shame when ma Maggie blooms She’s the rose o’ Summerlee