Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII. 1876–79. | | | | Dumblane (Dunblane) | | Jessie, the Flower o’ Dumblane | | Robert Tannahill (1774–1810) |
| | | THE SUN has gane down o’er the lofty Ben Lomond, | |
| And left the red clouds to preside o’er the scene, | |
| While lanely I stray in the calm summer gloamin, | |
| To muse on sweet Jessie, the flower o’ Dumblane. | |
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| How sweet is the brier, wi’ its saft fauldin’ blossom! | 5 |
| And sweet is the birk, wi’ its mantle o’ green; | |
| Yet sweeter and fairer, and dear to this bosom, | |
| Is lovely young Jessie, the flower o’ Dumblane. | |
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| She ’s modest as ony, and blithe as she ’s bonnie; | |
| For guileless simplicity marks her its ain: | 10 |
| And far be the villain, divested of feeling, | |
| Wha ’d blight in its bloom the sweet flower o’ Dumblane. | |
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| Sing on, thou sweet mavis, thy hymn to the e’ening; | |
| Thou ’rt dear to the echoes of Calderwood glen: | |
| Sae dear to this bosom, sae artless and winning, | 15 |
| Is charming young Jessie, the flower o’ Dumblane. | |
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| How lost were my days till I met wi’ my Jessie! | |
| The sports o’ the city seemed foolish and vain; | |
| I ne’er saw a nymph I would ca’ my dear lassie, | |
| Till charmed wi’ sweet Jessie, the flower o’ Dumblane. | 20 |
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| Though mine were the station o’ loftiest grandeur, | |
| Amidst its profusion I ’d languish in pain, | |
| And reckon as naething the height o’ its splendor, | |
| If wanting sweet Jessie, the flower o’ Dumblane. | | | | |
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