The Book of Scottish Song/The Trystin' Tree 1

The Trystin’ Tree.

[E. Conolly.—First printed in the Edinburgh Intelligencer for December, 16th, 1840.]

We sat beneath the trystin' tree,
The bonnie dear auld trystin' tree,
Whaur Harry tauld in early youth,
His tender tale o' love to me,
An' walth o' wedded happiness
Has been our blessed lot sinsyne,
Though foreign lands, lang twenty years,
Ha'e been my Harry's hame an' mine.
Wi' gratefu' glow at ilka heart,
An' joyfu' tears in ilka e'e,
We sat again, fond lovers still,
Beneath the bonnie trystin' tree.

We gaz'd upon the trystin' tree,
Its branches spreading far an' wide,
An' thocht upon the bonnie bairns
That blest our blythe bit ingle-side;
The strappin' youth wi' martial mien,
The maiden mild wi' gowden hair,
They pictur'd what oursels' had been,
Whan first we fondly trysted there;
Wi' gratefu' glow at ilka heart,
An' joyfu' tears in ilka e'e,
We blest the hour that e'er we met
Beneath the dear auld trystin' tree!

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