Blythe Was She^1

Chorus.-Blythe, blythe and merry was she,
Blythe was she but and ben;
Blythe by the banks of Earn,
And blythe in Glenturit glen.

By Oughtertyre grows the aik,
On Yarrow banks the birkenshaw;
But Phemie was a bonier lass
Than braes o’ Yarrow ever saw.
Blythe, blythe, &c.

Her looks were like a flow’r in May,
Her smile was like a simmermorn:
She tripped bythe banks o’ Earn,
As light’s a bird upon a thorn.
Blythe, blythe, &c.

Her bonieface it was as meek
As ony lamb upon a lea;
The evening sun was ne’er saesweet,
As was the blinko’Phemie’s e’e.
Blythe, blythe, &c.

The Highland hills I’ve wander’d wide,
And o’er the Lawlands I haebeen;
ButPhemie was the blythest lass
That ever trod the dewy green.
Blythe, blythe, &c.