Menie

Fu' ripe, ripe was her rosy lip,

And raven was her hair;

And white, white was her swan-like neck --

Her een like starnies were!

As raven, raven was her hair,

So like the snaw her brow;

And the words that fell frae her wee saft mou'

Were happy words I trow!

And pure, pure was her maiden heart,

And ne'er a thought o' sin

Durst venture there -- an angel dwelt

Its borders a' within!

And fair as was her sweet bodie,

Yet fairer was her mind;

Menie's the queen amang the flowers --

The wale of womankind.