Oh, rowan tree! Oh, rowan tree ! Thou'lt aye be dear tae me Entwined thou art wi' mony ties o’ hame and infancy Thy leaves were aye the first o' spring, thy flow'rs the summer pride There wasnae sic a bonny tree in a' the countryside Oh! rowan tree ! How fair wert thou in summer time, wi' a' thy clusters white How rich and gay thy autumn dress, wi’ berries red and bright We sat aneath thy spreading shade, the bairnies round thee ran They pu’d thy bonnie berries red and necklaces they strang Oh! rowan tree! On thy fair stem were mony names, which now nae mair I see But they’re engraven on my heart, forgot they ne’er can be My mother! Oh! I see her still, she smil'd our sports to see Wi’ little Jemnie on her lap, and Jamie at her knee! Oh! rowan treel Oh! 'Twas arose my father’s prayer, in holy evenings calm How sweet was then my mother’s voice, in the Martyr’s psalm Now a' are gane! We meet nae mair aneath the rowan tree But h