Robert Tannahill

“ Is lovely young Jessy, the flower o’ Dumblain.
Is lovely, &c.
She's modest as ony, an' blyth as she’s bonny,
For guileless simplicity marks her its ain;
An’ far be the villain, divested o’ feeling,
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 charming, &c.
How lost were my days, till I met wi’ my Jessy,
The sports o' the city seem’d foolish an’ vain ”