Robert Tannahill

“ While lanely l stray’d in a calm simmer gloamin
⁠To muse on sweet Jessy the flow’r o' Dumblane.
How sweet is the brier wi’ its saft faulding blossom
⁠And sweet is the birk wi’ its mantle o’ green;
Yet sweeter and fairer, an’ dear to this bosom
⁠Is lovely young Jessy the flow’r of Dumblane.
She’s modest as ony, and blythe as she’s bonny,
⁠For guileles simplicity marks her its ain;
An’ far be the villain divested o’ feeling,
⁠Wha’d blight in its bloom the sweet flower Dumblane. ”