O Bonie Was Yon Rosy Brier

      O bonie was yon rosy brier,      That blooms sae far frae haunt o' man;      And bonie she, and ah, how dear!      It shaded frae the e'enin sun.       Yon rosebuds in the morning dew,      How pure, amang the leaves sae green;      But purer was the lover's vow      They witness'd in their shade yestreen.       All in its rude and prickly bower,      That crimson rose, how sweet and fair;      But love is far a sweeter flower,      Amid life's thorny path o' care.       The pathless, wild and wimpling burn,      Wi' Chloris in my arms, be mine;      And I the warld nor wish nor scorn,      Its joys and griefs alike resign.