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Jessie the Flower of Dunblane


The sun has gane down o'er the lofty Benlomond
And left the red clouds to reside o'er the scene
While lanely I stray in the calm simmer gloamin'
To muse on sweet Jessie, the flower o' Dunblane.
How sweet is the brier wi' its saft faulding blossom
And sweet is the birk wi' its mantle o' green
But sweeter and fairer and dear to this bosom
Is charming young Jessie, the flower o' Dunblane.
Is charming young Jessie, is charming young Jessie
Is charming young Jessie, the flower o' Dunblane.

She's modest as ony and blythe as she's bonnie
For guileless simplicity makes her its aim
And far be the villain, divested of feeling
Wha'd blight in its bloom, the sweet flower of Dunblane.
Sing on, thou sweet mavis, thy hymn to the evening
Thou'rt dear to the echoes of Calderwood glen
Sae dear to this bosom, sae artless and winning
Is charming young Jessie, the flower o' Dunblane.
Is charming young Jessie, is charming young Jessie
Is charming young Jessie, the flower o' Dunblane.

How lost were my days till I met wi' my Jessie
The sports o' the city seem'd foolish and vain
I ne'er saw a nymph I would ca' my dear lassie
Till charm'd wi' sweet Jessie, the flower o' Dublane.
Tho' mine were the station of liftiest grandeur
Amidst its profusion I'd languish in pain
And reckon as naething, the height of its splendour
If wanting sweet Jessie, the flower o' Dunblane
If wanting sweet Jessie, if wanting sweet Jessie
If wanting sweet Jessie, the flower o' Dunblane.
 

 
            




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