Oh Rowan Tree, Oh Rowan Tree

Thou'lt aya be dear to thee

Entwined thou art wi' many ties

O'hame and infancy

Thy leaves were aye the first of spring

Thy flowers the summer's pride

There was nae sic a bonnie tree

In a' the country side

Oh Rowan Tree 



How fair was thou in summer time

wi' a'thy clusters white

How rich and gay thy autumn dress,

wi' berries red and bright!

On thy fair stem were mony names

which now nae mair I see

But they're engraven on my heart,

forget they ne'er can be

Oh Rowan Tree 



We sat aneath thy spreadin' shade

the bairnies round thee ran

They pu'd they bonnie berries red,

and necklaces they strang

My mither, oh! I see her still,

she smil'd our sports to see

Wi' little Jeannie on her lap,

and Jamie on her knee

Oh Rowan Tree 



Oh there arose my father's pray'r

in holy ev'ning's calm

How sweet was them my mother's voice,

in the martyrs' psalm

Now a'are gane!

We meet nae mair aneath the Rowan Tree

But hallow'd thoughts around thee twine

o'hame and infancy

Oh Rowan Tree