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.