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.