The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Blithe was she
BLITHE WAS SHE.
TUNE—'ANDRO AND HIS CUTTIE GUN.'
ChorusBlithe, blithe and merry was she,Blithe was she but and ben:Blithe by the banks of Ern,But blither in Glenturit glen.
By Ochtertyre grows the aik,On Yarrow banks, the birken shaw;But Phemie was a bonier lassThan braes o' Yarrow ever saw.Blithe, &c.
Her looks were like a flower in May,Her smile was like a simmer morn;She tripped by the banks of ErnAs light's a bird upon a thorn.Blithe, &c.
Her bonie face it was as meekAs onie lamb's upon a lee;The evening sun was ne'er sae sweetAs was the blink o' Phemie's ee.Blithe, &c.
The Highland hills I've wander'd wide,And o'er the Lowlands I hae been;But Phemie was the blithest lassThat ever trod the dewy green.Blithe, &c.