Song, composed at Auchtertyre on Miss Euphemia Murray of Lentrose

Song - Tune Andrew an his cutty gun -
Composed at Auchtertyre in Miss Euphemia
Murray of Lentrose.

By Auchtertyre Oughtertyre grows the aik,
On Yarrow banks the birken shaw;
But Effie was a bonier lass Phemie
Than braes o' Yarrow ever saw.

Chorus

Blythe, blithe and merry was she,
Blythe was she but and ben:
Blythe by the banks of Earne Ern,
And blithe in Glentoratturit glen.-

2

Her looks were like a flower in May,
Her smile was like a simmer morn,
She tripped by the banks of Earne Ern
As light's a bird upon a thorn.

3

Her bony face it was as meek
As ony lamb upon the lee; a

The evening sun was ne'er sae sweet
As was the blink o' Effie's e'e. Phemie's

4

The Highland hills I've wander'd wide,
And o'er the lawlands I hae been;
But Effie was the blythest lass Phemie
That ever trode the dewy green.

[Start of poem 'On scaring some Water-Fowl in Loch Turit, a wild scene among the Hills of Oughtertyre' see object 3.6180]