'twas na her bonie blue e'e

    tune—“laddie, lie near me.”

    'twas na her bonie blue e'e was my ruin,

    fair tho' she be, that was ne'er my undoin';

    'twas the dear smile when nae body did mind us,

    'twas the bewitching, sweet, stown glance o' kindness:

    'twas the bewitching, sweet, stown glance o' kindness.

    sair do i fear that to hope is denied me,

    sair do i fear that despair maun abide me,

    but tho' fell fortune should fate us to sever,

    queen shall she be in my bosom for ever:

    queen shall she be in my bosom for ever.

    chloris, i'm thine wi' a passion sincerest,

    and thou hast plighted me love o' the dearest!

    and thou'rt the angel that never can alter,

    sooner the sun in his motion would falter:

    sooner the sun in his motion would falter.