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.