English Poetry II: From Collins to Fitzgerald.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 362. Jessie, the Flower o’ Dunblane |
| | | Robert Tannahill (1774–1810) |
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| THE SUN has gane down o’er the lofty Benlomond, | |
| And left the red clouds to preside o’er the scene, | |
| While lanely I stray in the calm simmer gloamin’ | |
| To muse on sweet Jessie, the flower o’ Dunblane. | |
| How sweet is the brier, wi’ its saft faulding blossom, | 5 |
| And sweet is the birk, wi’ its mantle o’ green; | |
| Yet sweeter and fairer, and dear to this bosom, | |
| Is lovely young Jessie, the flower o’ Dunblane. | |
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| She’s modest as ony, and blythe as she’s bonny; | |
| For guileless simplicity marks her its ain; | 10 |
| And far be the villain, divested o’ feeling, | |
| Wha’d blight, in its bloom, the sweet flower o’ Dunblane. | |
| Sing on, thou sweet mavis, thy hymn to the evening, | |
| Thou’rt dear to the echoes of Calderwood glen; | |
| Sae dear to this bosom, sae artless and winning, | 15 |
| Is charming young Jessie, the flower o’ Dunblane. | |
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| How lost were my days till I met wi’ my Jessie, | |
| The sports o’ the city seemed foolish and vain; | |
| I ne’er saw a nymph I would ca’ my dear lassie, | |
| Till charm’d wi’ sweet Jessie, the flower o’ Dunblane. | 20 |
| Though mine were the station o’ loftiest grandeur, | |
| Amidst its profusion I’d languish in pain; | |
| And reckon as naething the height o’ its splendour, | |
| If wanting sweet Jessie, the flower o’ Dunblane. | |
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