song—young y blooms

tune—“loch eroch-side.”

young y blooms our boniestss,

her blush is like the morning,

the rosy dawn, the springing grass,

with early gems adorning.

her eyes outshine the radiant beams

that gild the passing shower,

and glitter o'er the crystal streams,

and cheer each fresh'ning flower.

her lips, more than the cherries bright,

a richer dye has graced them;

they charm th' admiring gazer's sight,

and sweetly tempt to taste them;

her smile is as the evening mild,

when feather'd pairs are courting,

and littlembkins wanton wild,

in yful bands disporting.