BLUE & RED

Carolina Oliphant, Lady Nairne (1766?1845)


O ROWAN 1 tree, O rowan tree! thou?lt aye be dear to me!
Intwined thou art wi? mony ties o? hame and infancy.
Thy leaves were aye the first o? spring, thy flowers the simmer?s pride;
There wasna sic 2 a bonnie tree in a? the country side.
O rowan tree!

How fair wert thou in simmer time, wi? a? thy 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 they?re engraven on my heart?forgot they ne?er can be!
O rowan tree!

We sat aneath thy spreading shade, the bairnies round thee ran,
They pu?d thy bonnie berries red, and necklaces they strang.
My mother! O I see her still, she smiled our sports to see,
Wi? little Jeanie on her lap, and Jamie at her knee.
O rowan tree!

O there arose my father?s prayer, in holy evening?s calm;
How sweet was then my mother?s voice in the Martyr?s psalm!
Now a? are gane! we meet na mair aneath the rowan tree!
But hallowed thoughts around thee twine o? hame and infancy.
O rowan tree!