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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)filename
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