Lyrics - Blythe Was She by Burns Robert

Blythe
Was
She (
Robert
Burns)
By
Oughtertyre grows the aik,
On
Yarrow banks the birken shaw;
But
Phemie was a bonier lass
Than braes o
Yarrow ever saw.ch.
Blythe, blythe and merry was she,
Blythe was she butt and ben,
Blythe by the banks of
Ern,
And blythe in
Glenturit glen!
Her looks were like a flow'r in
May,
Her smile was like a simmer morn:
Shc tripped by the banks o
Ern,
As light's a bird upon a thorn.
Her bonie face it was as meek
As onie lamb upon a lea.
The evening sun was ne'er sae sweet
As was the blink o
Phemie's e'e.
The
Highland hills
I've wander'd wide,
As o,er the lawlands
I hae been,
But phemie was the blythest lass
That ever trod the dewy green.tune:
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