“ Oh, my lassie, our joy to complete again,1
Meet me again i’ the gloaming, my dearie ;2
Low down in the dell let us meet again—3
Oh, Jeanie, there’s naething to fear ye !4
Come, when the wee bat flits silent and eerie,5
Come, when the pale face o’ Nature looks weary
;6
Love be thy sure defence,7
Beauty and innocence—8
Oh, Jeanie, there’s naething to fear ye !9
Sweetly blaws the haw and the rowan tree,10
Wild roses speck our thicket sae breery ;11
Still, still will our walk in the greenwood be—12
Oh, Jeanie, there’s naething to fear ye !13
List when the blackbird o’ singing grows weary,14
List when the beetle-bee’s bugle comes near
ye,15
Then come with fairy haste,16
Light foot and beating breast—17
Oh, Jeanie, there’s naething to fear ye !18
Far, far will the bogle and brownie be,19
Beauty and truth, they darena come near it ;20
Kind love is the tie of our unity,21
A’ maun love it an’ a maun revere it.22
’Tis love makes the sang o’ the woodland sae cheery,23
Love gars a’ nature look bonny that’s near ye ;24
That makes the rose sae sweet,25
Cowslip an’ violet—26
Oh, Jeanie, there’s naething to fear ye !”27