Sandy of the Green

Now the spring her sweets discloses, And flow rets deck the grove; I'll make wi' sweetest roses, A garland for my love. The flow'rs that scent the air, Are not sae blooming seen, Are not sae sweet and fair, As Sandy of the Green. Nae lad can blink sae blithe and gay, Nae lad that ever was seen, Sae sweetly on the pipe can play, As Sandy of the Green.

As o'er the burn a maying, I lately bent my way, I met young Sandy straying, Wi' lads and lasses gay: I selt delight and pleasure, To view his shape and mien; Sure then my only treasure Is Sandy of the green. Nae lad can blink, &c.

My Sandy vows he will be mine, The kirk shall make us one; All other lasses he'll resign, And live for me alone: There's sae much joy in store for me, envy not the queen; While I am blest wi' love and thee, Dear Sandy of the Green. Nae lad can blink, &c.