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SONG—WHITE THORN TREE

The may bush smells sae very sweet
The crimson threeds sae fine
The chaffinch builds her nest sae neat
& shepherd's sit to dine
Aye dear o' me I love to see
The sweetly scented white thorn tree
The leaves are green & very green
Though bunches o' the may
Whiten till scarcely one is seen
For a whole summers day
Aye dear o' me I love to see
Hedges all white & love the awthorn tree
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It spreads above the little pond
& hides the thrushes nest
The hedge is whiter still beyond
With moonlight on its breast
Aye dear o' me I luv' to see
The little pond & awthorn tree
I luv' the thorn the white awthorn
The bonniest thing in may
That bonnily scents the gales o' morn
& sweetens a' the day
Aye dear o' me I love to see
Grass shadows o' the white thorn tree
It fa's sae black on the wild thyme hills
In the morning & sae lang
& the blackbird hides that merry trills
In its leaves the sweetest song
Aye dear o' me I luv' to see
The blackbird haunted white thorn tree
O the bonny scented awthorn
Bright leaf & snowy flowers
That stands alone tween lands o corn
Glittered wi' morning dews & showers
Aye dear o' me I luv' to see
The bonny spreading white thorn tree
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