Seraphim/The Flower o' Dumblane

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Seraphim
The Flower o' Dumblane by Robert Tannahill
3250014Seraphim — The Flower o' DumblaneRobert Tannahill

HE FLOWER O DUMBLAIN.

The sun had gane down o'er the lofty Benlomond,
An' let the red clouds in provide o'er the scene,
While lanely I stray'd in a calm simmer gloamin,
To muse on sweet Jessy, the flower o' Dumblain.
How sweet is the brier, wi' its saft folding blossom,
An' sweet is the birk, wi' its mantle o' green ;
Yet sweeter, an' fairer, an dear to this bosom,
Is lovely young Jessy, the flower of Dumblain.
Is lovely, &c.


She's modest as ony, an' blyth a she's bonny,
For guileless simplicity marks her its ain;
An' far be the villain, divested o' feeling,
Wad blight in its bloom the sweet flower o' Dumblain.
Sing on, thou sweet mavis, thy hymn to the e'ening,
Thou'rt dear to the echoes o' Calderwood glen;
Sae dear to this bosom, sea artless and winning,
Is charming young Jessy, the flower o' Dumblain.
Is charming, &c.

How lost were my days, till I met wi' my Jessy,
The sports o' the city seemed foolish an' vain;
I ne'er saw a nymph I would ca' my dear lassie,
Till charm'd wi' young Jessy, the flower of Dumblain.
Though mine were the station o' loftiest grandeur,
Amidst its profusion I'd languish in pain,
An' reckon as naething the height o' its splendour,
If wanting sweet Jessy, the flower o' Dumblain,
I wanting, &c.

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This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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