Rowan Tree

Oh Rowan Tree,Oh Rowan Tree, How dear thou be to me

Entwined thou art with many ties of hame and infancy


Thy leaves were aye the first of spring

Thy leaves the summers pride

There was nae such a bonny tree in all the country side

How fair wert thou in summer time with all thy clusters white

How rich and gay thy autumn dress with berries red and bright


On thy fair stem were many times which now nae mair I see

But they're engraven on my heart forgot they ne'er be

We sat aneath thy spreading shade the bairnes round thee ran

They pu'd thy bonny berries red and necklaces they strang


My mother, Oh! i see her still she smiled out sports to see

With little Jeanie on her lap and Jamie at her knee

Oh there arose my father's prayer in holy evening's calm

How sweet was then my mother's voice in martyrs psalm


Now all are gone! We meet nae mair aneath the Rowan Tree

But hallowed thoughts around me turn of hame and infancy

Of hame and infancy