The Bonnie Rowan Bush.
[Robert Nicoll.]
The bonnie rowan bush
In yon lane glen—
Where the burnie clear doth gush
In yon lane glen;
My head is white and auld,
An' my bluid is thin an cauld,—
But I lo'e the bonnie rowan bush
In yon lane glen.
My Jeanie first I met
In yon lane glen—
When the grass wi' dew was wet
In yon lane glen;
The moon was shinin' sweet,
An' our hearts wi' love did beat,—
By the bonnie, bonnie rowan bush
In yon lane glen.
Oh! she promised to be mine
In yon lane glen;
Her heart she did resign
In yon lane glen:
An' monie a happy day
Bid o'er us pass away,
Beside the bonnie rowan bush
In yon lane glen.
Sax bonnie bairns had we
In yon lane glen—
Lads an' lasses young an' spree
In yon lane glen;
An' a blither family
Than ours there cou'dna be,
Beside the bonnie rowan bush
In yon lane glen.
Now my auld wife's gane awa'
Frae yon lane glen;
An' though simmer sweet doth fa'
On yon lane glen,
To me its beauty's gane,
For alake! I sit alane,
Beside the bonnie rowan bush
In yon lane glen.