Sandy and Jessy

The moon shed her rays on the top of Ben Lomond,
Her silver beams gave a zest to the scene,
When lovely young Jessy sae artless and blooming,
Gang?d forth to meet Sandy the pride o?Dumblain.

How sweet is the rose wie its op?ning blossom,
And sweet is the hawthorn but sweeter the swain,
There?s nae but one flower that?s dear to this bosom,
?Tis Sandy the glory the pride o?Dumblain.

Sweet Philomet chaunt forth they song to the e?enen,
Thon makest to echo each valley and glen,
But yet the sweet notes seem nae tender and winning,
Compar?d to my Sandy the pride o?Dumblain.

How oft when we?ve wander?d he?d say my dear Jessy,
My life without thee would be naething but pain,
Fair Scottia?s a desart without my ain lassie,
Said Sandy the glory and pride o?Dumblain.

I ken he?ll prove true for he?s chaste as he?s bonny,
Fair virtue my Sandy has mark?d for his ain,
His heart?s full of pity he?s kinder than ony,
Is Sandy the glory and pride o?Dumblain.

Then can I a moment me happy without him?
I canna see Sandy in sorrow and pain,
For love whispers softly my lassie ne?er doubt him,
But hie three to Kirk wie the pride o?Dumblain.