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No. 30. By Oughter tyre grows the aik.
Tune: Andro and his cutty gun Scots Musical Museum, 1788, No. 180. |
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Chorus. Blythe, Blythe and merry was she, Blyihe was she but and ben; Blythe by the banks of Earn, And blythe in Glenturit glen !
By Oughtertyre grows the aik,
On Yarrow banks the birkert shaw ;
But Phemie was a bonier lass Than braes o' Yarrow ever saw.
Her looks were like a flow'r in May, Her smile was like a simmer morn:
She tripped by the banks o' Earn As light's a bird upon a thorn.
Her bonie face it was as meek
As ony 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 blithest lass That ever trode the dewy green. |
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