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194. Song—Blythe was She

—Blythe, blythe and merry was she, Blythe was she but and ben; Blythe by the banks of Earn, And blythe in Glenturit glen.
BY 1 Oughtertyre grows the aik, On Yarrow banks the birken shaw; But Phemie was a bonier lass Than braes o’ Yarrow ever saw.
Blythe, blythe, &c.
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.
Blythe, blythe, &c.
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.
Blythe, blythe, &c.
The Highland hills I’ve wander’d wide, And o’er the Lawlands I hae been; But Phemie was the blythest lass That ever trod the dewy green.
Blythe, blythe, &c.
Note 1.
Written at Oughtertyre.
Phemie is Miss Euphemia Murray, a cousin of Sir William Murray of Oughtertyre.

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