Blithe Was She.

Tune - "Andro and his cutty gun." 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.