Blythe Was She
(Robert Burns)
By Oughtertyre grows the aik,
On Yarrow banks the birken shaw;
But Phemie was a bonier la**
Than braes o Yarrow ever saw.
ch. Blythe, blythe and merry was she,
Blythe was she bu*t 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 la**
That ever trod the dewy green.
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