Blythe Was She
(Robert Burns)
By Oughtertyre grows the aik,
On Yarrow banks the birken shaw;
But Phemie was a bonier lass
Than braes o Yarrow ever saw
ch Blythe, blythe and merry was she,
Blythe was she butt and ben,
Blythe by the banks of Ern,
And blythe in Glenturit glen!
Her looks were like a flow'r in May,
Her smile was like a simmer morn:
Shc tripped by the banks o Ern,
As light's a bird upon a thorn
Her bonie face it was as meek
As onie lamb upon a lea
The evening sun was ne'er sae sweet
As was the blink o Phemie's e'e
The Highland hills I've wander'd wide,
As o,er the lawlands I hae been,
But phemie was the blythest lass
That ever trod the dewy green
tune:Andrew an' his Cutty Gun (179)
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