Robert Tannahill, The Sentimental Songster — The Lass of Arranteenie (1840s)
“ Just op’ning fresh and bonny, It blinks beneath the hazle bough, An’s scarcely seen by ony; Sae sweet amidst her native hills, Obscurely blooms my Jeany, Mair fair an’ gay than rossy May, The flower o’ Arranteenie. ”
