20 BLITHESOME MARY. 



BLITHESOME Mary o' the Glen 

 Singin' but an' laughin' ben ; 

 Heart as true as Border steel, 

 Lythe o' limb an' light o' heel, 

 Brow as bright as morning skies, 

 Ruby lips and hazel eyes. 

 O to see the cantie queen, 

 In the bonnie tartan sheen, 

 Trippin' like a Monkside fairy 

 O'er the bent sae blithe an' airy; 

 Liltin o'er the auld Scots ballants, 

 Baffin wi' the hunter callants. 

 Weel can the sonsie lassie tell 

 0' a' the hunts on Kielder fell ; 

 Loupin* on the bare-back'd steed, 

 Dash r n' past wi' falcon speed ! 

 to see the ploy sae rare, 

 Eeamin' e'e an' flowing hair; 

 Singin' but an' dancin* ben, 

 Winsome Mary o' the glen. 



