FROM THE SONG

Oh rowan tree, oh rowan tree Thou’lt aya be dear to thee Entwined thou art wi’ many ties O’hame and infancy

Thy leaves were aye the first of spring Thy flowers the summer’s pride There was nae sic a bonnie tree

In a’ the country side

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 smiled our sports to see,

Wi’ little Jeanie on her lap,

And Jamie on her knee.

Oh!, rowan tree.