The Black-bird/Jenny of Aberdeen

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4515627The Black-bird — Jenny of AberdeenAnonymous

JENNY OF ABERDEEN.

When the Sun veil’d his face
with the tops of the Grampians,
And Nature was clad
in her mantle of grey,
By the side of my Jenny
to breathe the fresh fragrance,
On the Dee’s lovely banks
I one evening did stray.
In calmness its streams
glided on to the Ocean,
On its surface the Fishes gay
sporting were seen;
There wand'ring retir’d,
is my highest emotion,
With Jenny, the flower
of sweet Aberdeen:

With lovely young Jenny,
With charming young Jenny,
With Jenny, the Flower
of sweet Aberdeen.

The scene was delightful,
inviting reflection,
And the Blackbird’s shrill notes,
as she sung thro’ the grove,
To the water’s still murmurs,
join’d all in connection
To raise in my heart
the soft feelings of love.
The Miser’s cold heart
is still bent on its treasure;
And honour is all
the ambitious esteem;
But I feel the highest
of all earthly pleasure
In the arms of young Jenny
of sweet Aberdeen.

   With lovely, &c.

In spots thus retir’d,
where Creation is breathing
The praise of its Maker
in sonnets of love,
The joys that I felt
in my bosom then heaving,
Were next to the joys
that the Saints feel above!
The hue of her check
is the rose in its blossom;
She’s swift as the roe,
as she skips o'er the green;
Dull care flees away,
when reclin'd on the bosom
Of Jenny, the flower
of sweet Aberdeen.

   Of lovely, &c.

Her mein is compleat,
like the form of her person;
She's kind, and she’s tender,.
and dearest to me;
The fairest of women,
without all exception,
That e’er grac’d the high
and sweet banks of the, Dee
For had I been born
in the highest condition,
And heir to a sceptre
and crown of a king,
All riches to me
would be empty ambition,
If wanting young Jenny
of sweet Aberdeen.
   That lovely young, &c.

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