Burns Robert - Blythe Was She lyrics

Blythe Was She (Robert Burns) By Oughtertyre grows the aik, On Yarrow banks the birken shaw; But Phemie was a bonier la** Than braes o Yarrow ever saw. ch. Blythe, blythe and merry was she, Blythe was she bu*t and ben, Blythe by the banks of Ern, And blythe in Glenturit glen! Her looks were like a flow'r in May, Her smile was like a simmer morn: Shc tripped by the banks o Ern, As light's a bird upon a thorn. Her bonie face it was as meek As onie lamb upon a lea. The evening sun was ne'er sae sweet As was the blink o Phemie's e'e. The Highland hills I've wander'd wide, As o,er the lawlands I hae been, But phemie was the blythest la** That ever trod the dewy green. tune:Andrew an' his Cutty Gun (179) filename[ BLYHWSHE play.exe BLYHWSHE ARB ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===