Jean of Aberdeen

YE ’ve seen the blooming rosy brier,

  On stately Dee’s wild woody knowes;

Ye ’ve seen the op’ning lily fair,

  In streamy Don’s gay broomy howes;

An’ ilka bonnie flower that grows

  Amang their banks and braes sae green,—

These borrow a’ their finest hues

  Frae lovely Jean of Aberdeen.

Ye ’ve seen the dew-eyed bloomy haw,

  When morning gilds the welkin high;

Ye ’ve heard the breeze o’ summer blaw,

  When e’ening steals alang the sky.

But brighter far is Jeanie’s eye

  When we ’re amang the braes alane,

An’ softer is the bosom-sigh

  Of lovely Jean of Aberdeen.

Though I had a’ the valleys gay

  Around the airy Bennochie,

An’ a’ the fleecy flocks that stray

  Amang the lofty hills o’ Dee;

While Mem’ry lifts her melting ee,

  An’ Hope unfolds her fairy scene,

My heart wi’ them I ’d freely gi’e

  To lovely Jean of Aberdeen.