JESSIE, THE FLOWER O' DUNBLANE

How sweet is the brier, wi' its saft faulding blossom,

And sweet is the birk, wi' its mantle o'

green;

Yet sweeter and fairer, and dear to this bosom,

Is lovely young Jessie, the flower o' Dunblane.

She's modest as ony and blythe as she's bonny;

For guileless simplicity marks her its

ain;

And far be the villain, divested of feeling, Wha'd blight, in its bloom, the sweet flower o' Dunblane.

Sing on, thou sweet mavis, thy hymn to the e'ening,

Thou'rt dear to the echoes of Calderwood

glen;

Sae dear to this bosom, sae artless and win

ning,

Is charming young Jessie, the flower o' Dunblane.

How lost were my days till I met wi' my

Jessie,

The sports o' the city seem'd foolish and

vain;