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JENNY OF ABERDEEN.

When the Sun veil’d his face
 with the tops of the Grampians,
And Nature was clad
 in her mantle of grey,
By the side of my Jenny
 to breathe the fresh fragrance,
On the Dee’s lovely banks
 I one evening did stray.
In calmness its streams
 glided on to the Ocean,
On its surface the Fishes gay
 sporting were seen;
There wand'ring retir’d,
 is my highest emotion,
With Jenny, the flower
 of sweet Aberdeen:

With lovely young Jenny,
With charming young Jenny,
With Jenny, the Flower
 of sweet Aberdeen.

The scene was delightful,
 inviting reflection,
And the Blackbird’s shrill notes,
 as she sung thro’ the grove,