My Bonie Bell

      The smiling Spring comes in rejoicing,      And surly Winter grimly flies;      Now crystal clear are the falling waters,      And bonie blue are the sunny skies.      Fresh o'er the mountains breaks forth the morning,      The ev'ning gilds the ocean's swell;      All creatures joy in the sun's returning,      And I rejoice in my bonie Bell.       The flowery Spring leads sunny Summer,      The yellow Autumn presses near;      Then in his turn comes gloomy Winter,      Till smiling Spring again appear:      Thus seasons dancing, life advancing,      Old Time and Nature their changes tell;      But never ranging, still unchanging,      I adore my bonie Bell.