The Black-bird/Jenny of Aberdeen
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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 connectionTo 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 pleasureIn the arms of young Jenny of sweet Aberdeen.
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In spots thus retir’d, where Creation is breathingThe 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 bosomOf Jenny, the flower of sweet Aberdeen.
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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, DeeFor 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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