Tam I' The Kirk
By Violet Jacob
Ā Ā Ā Ā O Jean, my Jean, when the bell caās the congregation
Ā Ā Ā Ā Owre valley anā hill wiā the ding frae its iron mouā,
Ā Ā Ā Ā When aābodyās thochts is set on his ain salvation,
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Mineās set on you.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Thereās a reid rose lies on the Buik oā the Word āafore ye
Ā Ā Ā Ā That was growinā braw on its bush at the keek oā day,
Ā Ā Ā Ā But the lad that puād yon flower iā the morninās glory,
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā He canna pray.
Ā Ā Ā Ā He canna pray; but thereās nane iā the kirk will heed him
Ā Ā Ā Ā Whaur he sits sae still his lane at the side oā the wa,
Ā Ā Ā Ā For nane but the reid rose kens what my lassie gieād him ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā It anā us twa!
Ā Ā Ā Ā He canna sing for the sang that his ain heārt raises,
Ā Ā Ā Ā He canna see for the mist thatās āafore his een,
Ā Ā Ā Ā An a voice drouns the hale oā the psalms anā the paraphrases,
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Cryinā āJean, Jean, Jean!ā