Though this song is of Scottish origin, it’s been adopted into the Irish litany of music. I like it especially because the heroine of my novel WHISPERS IN THE CANYON is named Jesse. You can hear a lovely version by a harpist here.

Jessie, The Flow’r Of Dunblane

The sun has gone down o’er the lofty Ben Lomond
And left the red clouds to reside o’er the scene,
While lonely I stray in the calm summer gloamin’
To muse on sweet Jessie, the flow’r of Dunblane.
How sweet is the brier with its soft folding blossom,
And sweet is the birk with its mantle of green.
But sweeter and fairer and dear to this bosom
Is charming young Jessie, the flow’r of Dunblane
Is charming young Jessie, is charming young Jessie,
Is charming young Jessie, the flow’r o’ Dunblane.

She’s modest as any and blythe as she’s bonnie
For guileless simplicity makes her its aim.
And far be the villain, divested of feeling,
Who’d blight in its bloom, the sweet flow’r of Dunblane.
Sing on, thou sweet mavis, thy hymn to the evening,
Thou’r’t dear to the echoes of Calderwood glen,
So dear to this bosom, so artless and winning,
Is charming young Jessie, the flow’r of Dunblane.
Is charming young Jessie, is charming young Jessie,
Is charming young Jessie, the flow’r of Dunblane.

How lost were my days till I met with my Jessie;
The sports of the city seemed foolish and vain.
I ne’er saw a nymph I would call my dear lassie
Till charmed with sweet Jessie, the flow’r of Dublane.
Though mine were the station of loftiest grandeur,
Amidst its profusion I’d languish in pain,
And reckon as nothing, the height of its splendor
If wanting sweet Jessie, the flow’r of Dunblane.
If wanting sweet Jessie, if wanting sweet Jessie,
If wanting sweet Jessie, the flow’r of Dunblane.