The Book of Scottish Song/Jeanie Graham 1

Jeanie Graham.

[James Macdonald.—Here first printed.]

Oh! Jeanie Graham, oh! Jeanie Graham, thou'rt dearer far to me
Than summer to a weary soul upon a wintry sea;
Thy walk is like a silver clud abune the deep green hills,
Thy voice is sweeter than the sang o' bonnie leesome rills,
The melody o' life an' love dwalls in that heart o' thine;
Oh! what a prince of joy were I, if, Jeanie, thou wert mine!

Oh! Jeanie Graham, thy very name is music to my ear,
Thy lightsome step, thy merry laugh, thine e'e sae bright and clear,
As dew drops on the hawthorn tree, around my heart still hang,
An', like the haly pillar cloud, they float where'er I gang:
Oh! joy dwell in your bonnie briest wharever you may be!
The very Kebla of my soul thou wert and art to me.

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