Blythe was she.
CHORUS.
Blythe, blythe and merry was she
Blythe was she butt and ben:
Blythe by the banks of Ern,
And blythe in Glenturit glen.
Blythe, blythe and merry was she
Blythe was she butt and ben:
Blythe by the banks of Ern,
And blythe in Glenturit glen.
By Auchtertyre grows the aik,
On Yarrow banks the birken shaw;
But Phemie was a bonnier lass
Than braes o’ Yarrow ever saw.
On Yarrow banks the birken shaw;
But Phemie was a bonnier lass
Than braes o’ Yarrow ever saw.
Her looks were like a flow’r in May,
Her smile was like a simmer morn;
She tripped by the banks o’ Ern,
As light’s a bird upon a thorn.
Her smile was like a simmer morn;
She tripped by the banks o’ Ern,
As light’s a bird upon a thorn.
Her bonnie face it was as meek
As ony lamb upon a lea;
The evening sun was ne’er sae sweet
As was the blink o’ Phemie’s ee.
As ony lamb upon a lea;
The evening sun was ne’er sae sweet
As was the blink o’ Phemie’s ee.
The Highland hills I've wander’d wide.
And o’er the lowlands I have been;
But Phemie was the blythest lass
That ever trod the dewy green.
And o’er the lowlands I have been;
But Phemie was the blythest lass
That ever trod the dewy green.