Jessie O’ The Dee

 

Jessie O’ The Dee

A sweeter lassie ne’er was born

Than Jessie O’ the Dee,

Her breath is like a gale of morn,

And heaven was in her e’e;

Her locks were o’ the raven hue,

And mantled o’er face,

No classic artist ever drew

An image of such grace;

In truth, she was divinely fair,

And none in beauty can compare

Wi’ Jessie O’ the Dee.

Unnumbered suitors came to woo,

And stove her hand to gain,

But well their willy arts she knew-

Their sighting was in vain;

Among the rest, young Donald came,

Wi’ blithersome look he urged his flame

To Jessie O’ the Dee;

His tale of love was void of art,

No faithless swain was be,

And soon he won the gentle heart

of Jessie O’ the Dee.

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