Blythe Was She[1]

Tune-"Andro and his Cutty Gun."

      Chorus.-Blythe, blythe and merry was she,      Blythe was she but and ben;      Blythe by the banks of Earn,      And blythe in Glenturit glen.       By Oughtertyre grows the aik,      On Yarrow banks the birken shaw;      But Phemie was a bonier lass      Than braes o' Yarrow ever saw.      Blythe, blythe, &c.       Her looks were like a flow'r in May,      Her smile was like a simmer morn:      She tripped by the banks o' Earn,      As light's a bird upon a thorn.      Blythe, blythe, &c.       Her bonie 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 e'e.      Blythe, blythe, &c.       The Highland hills I've wander'd wide,      And o'er the Lawlands I hae been;      But Phemie was the blythest lass      That ever trod the dewy green.      Blythe, blythe, &c. 
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Written at Oughtertyre. Phemie is Miss Euphemia Murray, a cousin of Sir William Murray of Oughtertyre.-Lang.