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 ev'ning sun !

Yon rose-buds 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 flow'r
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 !