Tam Glen (Stirling)/Blythe was she

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BLYTHE WAS SHE.

Blythe, blythe and merry was she,
Blythe was she but and ben:
Blythe by the banks of Earn,
And blythe in Glenturit Glen.

By Oughtertyre grows the aik,
On Yarrow banks the birken-shaw,
But Phemie was the bonniest lass,
That braes o' Yarrow ever saw,
Blythe, &c.

Her looks were like a flower in May,
Her smile was like a simmer morn;
She tripped by the banks of Earn,
As light's a bird upon a thorn.
Blythe, &c.

Her bonny face it was as meek,
As ony lamb upon a lee,
The e'ening sun was ne'er so sweet,
As was the blink o' Phemie's e e,
Blythe &c.

Highland hills I've waade 'd wide,
An' o'er the Lowlands a' ha'e been,
But Phemie was the blythest lass,
That ever trod the dewy green.
Blythe, &c.