The Poetry of Robert Burns Edited by William Ernest Henley and Thomas F. Henderson |
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BLYTHE WAS SHE |
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BLYTHE WAS SHE
Chorus
Blythe, blythe and merry was she,Blythe was she butt and ben,
Blythe by the banks of Earn,
And blythe in Glenturit glen!
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By Oughtertyre grows the aik,On Yarrow banks the birken shaw;
But Phemie was a bonier lass
Than braes o' Yarrow ever saw.
II
Her looks were like a flow'r in May,Her smile was like a simmer morn.
She trippèd by the banks o' Earn
As light's a bird upon a thorn.
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III
Her bonie face it was as meekAs onie lamb upon a lea.
The evening sun was ne'er sae sweet
As was the blink o' Phemie's e'e.
IV
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.
Chorus
Blythe, blythe and merry was she,Blythe was she butt and ben,
Blythe by the banks of Earn,
And blythe in Glenturit Glen!
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