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.