| Annie Laurie | Road to the Isles | Rowan Tree medley |
|---|---|---|
| My love is like a red red rose | Scotland the Brave | Will ye no' come back again |
The Rowan Tree
Oh! Rowan Tree, Oh! Rowan Tree! thou'lt aye be dear to me,
Entwin'd thou art wi' mony ties o' hame and infancy.
Thy leaves were aye the first o' spring, thy floors the simmer's pride;
There was nae sic a' bonnie tree in a' the countrie side.
Oh! Rowan Tree.
How fair wert thou in simmer 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 noo nae mair I see,
But they're engraven on my heart, forgot they ne'er can be!
Oh! Rowan Tree.
Oh there a-rose my father's prayer in holy evening's calm,
How sweet was then my mother's voice in the Martyr's psalm;
Noo a' are gane! we meet nae mair a-neath the Rowan Tree!
But hallowed thoughts around thee twine o' hame and infancy.
Oh! Rowan Tree.