Rowan Tree lyrics

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(Lady Carolina Nairn)

Oh rowan tree, oh rowan tree, thoul`t aye be dear to me,
Entwin`d thou art wi` mony ties, o` hame and infancy.
Thy leaves were aye the first o` spring, thy flowr`s the simmer`s
pride
There was nae sic a bonnie tree, in all the country side.
Oh rowan tree.

How fair wert thou in simmer time, wi` all thy clusters white.
Now rich and gay thy autumn dress, wi` berries red and bright
On thy fair stem were mony names which now nae mair I see.
But there engraven on my heart, forgot they ne`er can be.
Oh rowan tree.

We sat aneath thy spreading shade, the bairnies round thee ran
They pu`d thy bonnie berries red and necklaces they strang.
My mither, oh, I see her still, she smil`d our sports to see,
Wi` little Jeannie on her lap, wi` Jamie at her knee.
Oh rowan tree.

Oh, there arose my father`s pray`r in holy evening`s calm,
How sweet was then my mither`s voice in the martyr`s psalm
Now a` are gane! we met nae mair aneathe the rowan tree,
But hallowed thoughts around thee twine o` hame and infancy,
Oh rowan tree.

from Cole, Folksongs of England, Ireland, Scotland & Wales
from R.A. Smith`s collection Scottish Minstrel, 1822
@Scots @home @childhood @nostalgia
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