The Jovial Rantin' Highlandman/My Ain Dear Jean

by Anonymous

MY AIN DEAR JEAN,

Love will enter in, where it dare not well be ſeen;
And love will enter in, where wiſdom once has been,
But I will down yon river, O,
Among the leaves ſo green,
And it's a' to pu' a poſy to my ain dear Jean.

I'll pull the blooming roſe, the beauty of the year,
And I will pu' the pink, the emblem of my dear,
For ſhe's the pink of women kind,
We will her ay exten',
And it's a' to pu' a poſy to my ain kind Jean.

The lily it is white and the lily it is fair,
Along her loving boſom I'll place a lily there!
The hyathint for conſtancy,
So ſweet and lovely ſeen,
And it's a' to make a poſy to my ain dear Jean.

I'll pull the blooming roſe-white, it glitters on the dew;
It's like a balmy kiſs upon her bonny mou';
For the hyathint for conſtancy,
So ſweet and ſmiling been,
And it's a' to make a poſy for my ain dear Jean.

I'll tie the poſy round, with a ſilken cord of love,
And place it on the boſom of my ſweet lovely dove;
Unto my lateſt breath of life,
This band ſhall av remain,
A poſy of ſincere regard for my ain dear Jean.

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