30 FAIR JOAN. 



Her eyes are like the beam o 1 morning 



When the mavis whistles on the spray ; 

 Mild innocence her face adorning, 



The young and winsome Queen o' May. 

 Auld Monkside's crest is towering proudly 



O'er the fairest flower in a' wer Ian', 

 As if to guard the lovely lassie, 



The Border blossom, fair Joan. 



weel befa' the comely creature, 



Her father's care, an' her mither's pride ; 

 Hefbrither's pet, and yon yauld lad's darling 



That tents his flocks on the mountain side. 

 'Mid scenes o' wild an' rugged grandeur, 



As if toucht by some fairy wan', 

 To the lovely lass his thoughts oft wander, 



The Border blossom, fair Joan. 



Pour thy wae note thou lanesome pliver, 



Toot thy sweet horn thou mountain bee; 

 Ye shy curlew and heather- bleater, 



Join in the glorious melody. 

 Trill thy sweet lay thou wee mosscheeper, 



Ye lavrocks sing in the carol gran', 

 Swell the heavenly chorus roun' an' roun 1 



The Border blossom fair Joan. 



