Oh rowan tree, oh rowan tree
Thou'lt aya be dear to thee
Entwined thou art wi' many ties
Thy leaves were aye the first of spring
Thy flowers the summer's pride
There was nae sic a bonnie tree
How fair you were in summer time
How rich and gay thy autumn dress,
Wi' berries red and bright!
On thy fair stem were mony names
But they're engraven on my heart,
We sat aneath thy spreadin' shade
The bairnies round thee ran
They pu'd they 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,
Oh there arose my father's pray'are
How sweet was them my mother's voice,
We meet nae mair aneath the rowan tree
But hallow'd thoughts around thee twine
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