Burns' Popular Songs/Blythe was she

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Blythe was she.

CHORUS.Blythe, blythe and merry was sheBlythe was she butt and ben:Blythe by the banks of Ern,And blythe in Glenturit glen.
By Auchtertyre grows the aik,On Yarrow banks the birken shaw;But Phemie was a bonnier lassThan braes o’ Yarrow ever saw.
Her looks were like a flow’r in May,Her smile was like a simmer morn;She tripped by the banks o’ Ern,As light’s a bird upon a thorn.
Her bonnie face it was as meekAs ony lamb upon a lea;The evening sun was ne’er sae sweetAs was the blink o’ Phemie’s ee.
The Highland hills I've wander’d wide.And o’er the lowlands I have been;But Phemie was the blythest lassThat ever trod the dewy green.

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