Oh rowan tree, oh rowan tree
Thou'lt aye be dear to me
Entwined thou art with many ties
O'hame and infancy
Thy leaves were aye the first of spring
Thy flowers the summer's pride
There was nae such a bonnie tree
In all the countryside
How fair weren't thou in summertime
With all thy clusters white
How rich and gay thy autumn dress
With berries red and bright
On thy fair stem were many names
Which now no more I see
But they're engraven on my heart
Forget they ne'er can be
We sat aneath thy spreading shade
The bairnies round thee ran
They pulled they bonnie berries red
And necklaces they strang
My mother, oh! I see her still
She smiled our sports to see
With little Jeannie on her lap
And Jamie on her knee
