Classic Poem

Song

Sally Frisby's fair & bonny
Frae the bosom to the feet
Rose & lily there's not ony
Half sae fair & half sae sweet
As hedge woodbine's streaks o' red
Bonny Sally's far more dear
Her healthy hue o' white & red
Is like the rose upo' the brere.

Bonny Sally blooming Sally
Fairest flower of a' the town
I' the woodbine lane to dally
& walk wi' Sally up & down
The woodbine to the summer dear
Is nothing half sae sweet
The hue of roses on the brere
Turns pale thy face to meet.

There is a colour on thy cheek
A brightness in thy eye
Twere vain in any flower to seek
Or any painted sky
There is a rose upon thy cheek
Not found on any tree
There is a ruby on thy lip
Not found in either sea.

Dew drops that upon heath bells lye
Their colour shining through
Is just the hue o' thy bright eye
& half as luvly too
We'll wander down the pebbly brook
Where clearest waters dally
& hide us i' the " clover nook"
Myself & beautious Sally.