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THE FLOWER O' DUNBLANE.
TANNAHILL.
Tune — The flower of Dunblane.*
The sun has gane down on the lofty Ben Lomond,
And left the red clouds to preside o'er the scene,
While lonely I stray, in the calm summer gloarain,
To muse on sweet Jessie, the flower o' Dunblane.
How sweet is the brier, wi' its saft fauldin blossom I
And sweet is the birk, wi' its mantle o' green ;
Yet sweeter and fairer, and dear to this bosom.
Is lovely young Jessie, the flower o' Dunblane.
She's modest as onie, and blythe as she's bonnie ;
For guileless simplicity marks her its ain ;
And far be the villain, divested o' feeling,
Wha'd blight in its bloom the sweet flower o' Dun-
blane.
Sing on, thou sweet mavis, thy sang to the e'ening,
Thou'rt dear to the echoes of Calderwood glen ;
Sae dear to this bosom, sae artless and winning,
Is charming young Jessie, the flower o' Dunblane.
How lost were my days till I met wi' my Jessie !
The sports o' the city seemed foolish and vain ;
I ne'er saw a nymph I could ca' my dear lassie.
Till charmed wi' sweet Jessie, the flower o' Dun-
blane.
Though mine were the station o' loftiest grandeur.
Amidst its profusion I'd languish in pain.
And reckon as naething the height o' its splendour.
If wanting sweet Jessie, the flower o' Dunblane.
* This air, certainly one of the most successful of all modern imitations
of the ancient Scottish melody, was the composition of Tannahill's friend,
the late Mr R. A. Smith.