This text comes from The Book of Scottish Song, edited by Alexander Whitelaw, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
Ha'e ye seen in the chill-fa'in' gloamin'
The wild rose, sae droopin' and pale,
Revive in the smile o' the mornin'
And breathe a' its sweets on the gale:—
Sae I ha'e aft seen the sad bosom
By gloomy despondency prest,
Revive at the saft voice o' friendship,
And hush a' its sorrows to rest.
Sae aft, by the world forsaken,
I've seen the worn countenance smile,
Wi' light that had long been extinguish'd,
An' joy that had beam'd to beguile.
O ever, on life's changin' journey,
Be mine the sweet duty to shed,
The timely refreshin' o' firiendship
On the droopin' an' desolate head!