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O Jean, my Jean, when the bell ca's the congregation / Owre valley an' hill wi' the ding frae its iron mou', / When a'body's thochts is set on his ain salvation, / Mine's set on you.
There's a reid rose lies on the Buik o' the Word 'afore ye / That was growin' braw on its bush at the keek o' day, / But the lad that pu'd yon flower i' the mornin's glory, / He canna pray.
He canna pray; but there's nane i' the kirk will heed him / Whaur he sits sae still his lane at the side o' the wa, / For nane but the reid rose kens what my lassie gie'd him -- / It an' us twa!
He canna sing for the sang that his ain he'rt raises, / He canna see for the mist that's 'afore his een, / An a voice drouns the hale o' the psalms an' the paraphrases, / Cryin' "Jean, Jean, Jean!"