Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BLYTHE AND MERRY, by ROBERT BURNS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Blythe, blythe and merry was she Last Line: Blythe, blythe, &c. | ||||||||
Blythe, blythe and merry was she, Blythe was she but and ben; Blythe by the banks of Earn, And blythe in Glenturit glen. By Oughtertyre grows the aik, On Yarrow banks the birken shaw; But Phemie was a bonnier lass Than braes o' Yarrow ever saw. Blythe, blythe, &c. Her looks were like a flow'r in May, Her smile was like a simmer morn: She tripped by the banks o' Earn, As light's a bird upon a thorn. Blythe, blythe, &c. Her bonnie face it was as meek As ony lamb upon a lea; The evening sun was ne'er sae sweet, As was the blink o' Phemie's e'e. Blythe, blythe, &c. The Highland hills I've wander'd wide, And o'er the Lawlands I hae been; But Phemie was the blythest lass That ever trod the dewy green. Blythe, blythe, &c. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POET'S WELCOME TO HIS LOVE-BEGOTTEN DAUGHTER by ROBERT BURNS A RED, RED ROSE by ROBERT BURNS ADDRESS TO A HAGGIS by ROBERT BURNS ADDRESS TO THE UNCO GUID, OR THE RIGIDLY RIGHTEOUS by ROBERT BURNS AULD LANG SYNE by ROBERT BURNS CA' THE YOWES TO THE KNOWES by ROBERT BURNS |
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