Robert Tannahill

“ Wad blight in its bloom the sweet flower o' Dumblain.
Sing on. thou sweet mavis, thy hymn to the e'ening.
Thou'rt dear to the echoes o' Calderwood glen;
Sae dear to this bosom, sae artless and winning,
Is charming young Jessy, the flower o' Dumblain.
Is lovely, &c.
How lost were my days, till I met wi' my Jessy,
The sports o' the city seem'd foolish an' vain,
I ne'er saw a nymph I would ca' my dear lassie,
Till charm'd wi' young Jessy, the flower o' Dumblain ”