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T Sun has gane o’er the lofty Benlomond, and left the red clouds to preside o’er the scene, While lanely I stray in the calm simmer gloaming, to muse on sweet Jensie, the flow’r o’ Dumblane, How sweet is the brier wi’ its saft faulding blossom! and sweet is the birk, wi’ its mantle о’green! Yet sweeter an’ fairer, an’ dear to this bosom, is lovely young Jessie, the flow’r o’ Dumblane.

She’s modest as ony, an’ blythe as she bonny; for guileless simplicity marks her its ain; An’ far be the villain, divested o’ feeling, wha’d blight in its blossom, the sweet flow’r o’ Dumblane. Sing on thou sweet mavis, thy hymn to the e’ening, thou’rt dear to the echoes o’ Calderwood glen; Sae dear to this bosom, sae artless and winning, is charming young Jessis, the flow’r o’ Dumblane.

How lost were my days, ’till I met with my Jessie! the sports o’ the city seem’d foolish and vain; I ne’er saw a nymph I would ca’ my dear lassie, ’till charm’d wi’ sweet Jessie, the flow’r o’ Dumblane. Tho’ mine were the station o’ loftiest grandeur, amidst its profusion I’d languish in pain, And reckon as naething the height o’ its splendour, if wanting sweet Jessie, the flow’r o’ Dumblane.