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.