The Jovial Rantin' Highlandman/My Ain Dear Jean

by Anonymous

MY AIN DEAR JEAN,

Love will enter in, where it dare not well be ſeen;And love will enter in, where wiſdom once has been,But I will down yon river, O,Among the leaves ſo green,And it's a' to pu' a poſy to my ain dear Jean.

I'll pull the blooming roſe, the beauty of the year,And I will pu' the pink, the emblem of my dear,For ſhe's the pink of women kind,We will her ay exten',And it's a' to pu' a poſy to my ain kind Jean.

The lily it is white and the lily it is fair,Along her loving boſom I'll place a lily there!The hyathint for conſtancy,So ſweet and lovely ſeen,And it's a' to make a poſy to my ain dear Jean.

I'll pull the blooming roſe-white, it glitters on the dew;It's like a balmy kiſs upon her bonny mou';For the hyathint for conſtancy,So ſweet and ſmiling been,And it's a' to make a poſy for my ain dear Jean.

I'll tie the poſy round, with a ſilken cord of love,And place it on the boſom of my ſweet lovely dove;Unto my lateſt breath of life,This band ſhall av remain,A poſy of ſincere regard for my ain dear Jean.

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