Blithe Was She / Robert Burns

CHORUS.

Blithe, blithe and merry was she,

Blithe was she but and ben:

Blithe by the banks of Ern,

And blithe in Glenturit glen.

I.

By Auchtertyre grows the aik,

On Yarrow banks the birken shaw;

But Phemie was a bonnier lass

Than braes of Yarrow ever saw.

II.

Her looks were like a flow'r in May,

Her smile was like a simmer morn;

She tripped by the banks of Ern,

As light's a bird upon a thorn.

III.

Her bonnie face it was as meek

As any lamb upon a lea;

The evening sun was ne'er sae sweet,

As was the blink o' Phemie's ee.

IV.

The Highland hills I've wander'd wide,

And o'er the Lowlands I hae been;

But Phemie was the blithest lass

That ever trod the dewy green.

Blithe, blithe and merry was she,

Blithe was she but and ben:

Blithe by the banks of Ern.

And blithe in Glenturit glen.