The Lass of Tiviot Side ? Walker, Norwich.

In robes of green the smiling spring,
Bedecks the grove with pride,
Then ?neath the hawthorn let me sing
The lass of Tiviot side.

I do declare a lass more fair
In Scotland cannot be
Whose comely mien and jet black e?en,
Has stole my heart from me.

Search ilk a part throughout the land
Frae Tweed to Spey and Clyde,
You ne?er will meet a lass so sweet,
As she on Tiviot side,

How blyth?am I when evening come
To wander o?er the lea,
Or sit among the yellow broom
Wi? her upon my knee.

Had I a choice a monarch?s lot.
To pomp and power allay?d
I?d quit them for a rural cot
With Jean on Tiviot side.