The Black-bird/Jenny of Aberdeen

by Anonymous

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JENNY OF ABERDEEN.

When the Sun veil’d his face
 with the tops of the Grampians,
And Nature was clad
 in her mantle of grey,
By the side of my Jenny
 to breathe the fresh fragrance,
On the Dee’s lovely banks
 I one evening did stray.
In calmness its streams
 glided on to the Ocean,
On its surface the Fishes gay
 sporting were seen;
There wand'ring retir’d,
 is my highest emotion,
With Jenny, the flower
 of sweet Aberdeen:

With lovely young Jenny,
With charming young Jenny,
With Jenny, the Flower
 of sweet Aberdeen.

The scene was delightful,
 inviting reflection,
And the Blackbird’s shrill notes,
 as she sung thro’ the grove,
To the water’s still murmurs,
 join’d all in connection
To raise in my heart
 the soft feelings of love.
The Miser’s cold heart
 is still bent on its treasure;
And honour is all
 the ambitious esteem;
But I feel the highest
 of all earthly pleasure
In the arms of young Jenny
 of sweet Aberdeen.

   With lovely, &c.

In spots thus retir’d,
 where Creation is breathing
The praise of its Maker
 in sonnets of love,
The joys that I felt
 in my bosom then heaving,
Were next to the joys
 that the Saints feel above!
The hue of her check
 is the rose in its blossom;
She’s swift as the roe,
 as she skips o'er the green;
Dull care flees away,
 when reclin'd on the bosom
Of Jenny, the flower
 of sweet Aberdeen.

   Of lovely, &c.

Her mein is compleat,
 like the form of her person;
She's kind, and she’s tender,.
 and dearest to me;
The fairest of women,
 without all exception,
That e’er grac’d the high
 and sweet banks of the, Dee
For had I been born
 in the highest condition,
And heir to a sceptre
 and crown of a king,
All riches to me
 would be empty ambition,
If wanting young Jenny
 of sweet Aberdeen.
   That lovely young, &c.

 

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