Oh Rowan Tree

Oh rowan tree, oh rowan tree
Thoult aya be dear to thee
Entwined thou art wi many ties
Ohame and infancy
Thy leaves were aye the first of spring
Thy flowers the summers pride
There was nae sic a bonnie tree
In a the country side
Oh rowan tree

How fair was thou in summer time
Wi athy clusters white
How rich and gay thy autumn dress,
Wi berries red and bright!
On thy fair stem were mony names
Which now nae mair I see
But theyre engraven on my heart,
Forget they neer can be
Oh rowan tree

We sat aneath thy spreadin shade
The bairnies round thee ran
They pud they bonnie berries red,
And necklaces they strang
My mither, oh! I see her still,
She smild our sports to see
Wi little jeannie on her lap,
And jamie on her knee
Oh rowan tree

Oh there arose my fathers prayr
In holy evnings calm
How sweet was them my mothers voice,
In the martyrs psalm
Now aare gane!
We meet nae mair aneath the rowan tree
But hallowd thoughts around thee twine
Ohame and infancy
Oh rowan tree