The 'Scots Musical Museum' - Volume I, song 63, page 64 - 'The Flowers of the Forest'
It is karapapa and it has beautiful pink, scented flowers. It is showy because it attracts birds, and they have excellent colour vision.
The birds reach deep into the flowers for the sweet nectar and the pollen which sticks to their heads in transferred from flower to flower. Sadly not only birds love karapapa but so do possums, deer and goats, so you will only find these flowers in forests where there are few of these pests.
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I've heard them lilting at our ewe-milking, Lasses a-lilting before the dawn of day; But now they are moaning on ilka green loaning - The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away. At bughts, in the morning, nae blythe lads are scorning, The lasses are lonely, and dowie, and wae; Nae daffin', nae gabbin', but sighing and sabbing, Ilk ane lifts her leglin and hies her away.
In har'st, at the shearing, nae youths now are jeering, Bandsters are lyart, and runkled, and gray; At fair or at preaching, nae wooing, nae fleeching - The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away.
FLOWERS OF THE FOREST - HOME
At e'en, in the gloaming, nae younkers are roaming 'Bout stacks wi' the lasses at bogle to play; But ilk ane sits drearie, lamenting her dearie - The Flowers of the Forest are weded away. Dool and awe for the order sent our lads to the Border! The English, for ance, by guile wan the day; The Flowers of the Forest, that fought aye the foremost, The prime of our land, are cauld in the clay. We'll hear nae mair lilting at our ewe-milking; Women and bairns are heartless and wae; Sighing and moaning on ilka green loaning - The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away.