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Blythe, blythe and merry was she,
Blythe was she but and ben:
Blythe by the banks of Ern,

And blythe in Glenturit glen.

By Oughtertyre grows the aik,

On Yarrow banks the birken shaw;

But Phemie was a bonnier lass

Than braes o' Yarrow ever saw.
Blythe, &c.

Her looks were like a flower in May,
Her smile was like a simmer morn;

She tripped by the banks of Ern,
As light's a bird upon a thorn.
Blythe, &c.

Her

Her bonnie face it was as meek
As ony lamb upon a lee;

The evening sun was ne'er sae sweet

As was the blink o' Phemie's e'e.
Blythe, &c.

The Highland hills I've wander❜d wide,
And o'er the Lowlands I hae been

But Phemie was the blythest lass
That ever trod the dewy green.
Blythe, &c.

A ROSE-BUD

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A ROSE-BUD BY MY EARLY WALK.

A ROSE-BUD by my early walk,
Adown a corn-inclosed bawk,
Sae gently bent its thorny stalk,
All on a dewy morning.

Ere twice the shades o' dawn are fled,
In a' its crimson glory spread,
And drooping rich the dewy head,
It scents the early morning.

Within the bush, her covert nest
A little linnet fondly prest,
The dew sat chilly on her breast
Sae early in the morning.

She soon shall see her tender brood
The pride, the pleasure o' the wood,
Amang the fresh green leaves bedew'd,
Awake the early morning.

So

So thou, dear bird, young Jeany fair,
On trembling string or vocal air,
Shall sweetly pay the tender care
That tents thy early morning.

So thou, sweet rose-bud, young and
Shalt beauteous blaze upon the day,
And bless the parent's evening ray
That watch'd thy early morning.*

gay,

WHERE

* This song was written during the winter of 1787. Miss J. C. daughter of a friend of the Bard, is the heroine.

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WHERE braving angry winter's storms,

The lofty Ochels rise,

Far in their shade my Peggy's charms
First blest my wondering eyes.
As one who by some savage stream,
A lonely gem surveys,
Astonish'd doubly marks it beam
With art's most polish'd blaze.

Blest be the wild, sequester'd shade,
And blest the day and hour,

Where Peggy's charms I first survey'd,

When first I felt their power!

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