Blythe Was She Lyrics

Blythe Was She lyrics

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.
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