Oh rowan tree, oh rowan tree Thoult aya be dear to thee Entwined thou art wi many ties Ohame and infancy Thy leaves were aye the first of spring Thy flowers the summers pride There was nae sic a bonnie tree In a the country side Oh rowan tree How fair was thou in summer time Wi athy clusters white How rich and gay thy autumn dress, Wi berries red and bright! On thy fair stem were mony names Which now nae mair I see But theyre engraven on my heart, Forget they neer can be Oh rowan tree We sat aneath thy spreadin shade The bairnies round thee ran They pud they bonnie berries red, And necklaces they strang My mither, oh! I see her still, She smild our sports to see Wi little jeannie on her lap, And jamie on her knee Oh rowan tree Oh there arose my fathers prayr In holy evnings calm How sweet was them my mothers voice, In the martyrs psalm Now aare gane! We meet nae mair aneath the rowan tree But hallowd thoughts around thee twine Ohame and infancy Oh rowan tree