'twas na her bonie blue e'e

　　tune—“laddie, lie near me.”

　　'twas na her bonie blue e'e was my ruin,

　　fair tho' she be, that was ne'er my undoin';

　　'twas the dear smile when nae body did mind us,

　　'twas the bewitching, sweet, stown glance o' kindness:

　　'twas the bewitching, sweet, stown glance o' kindness.

　　sair do i fear that to hope is denied me,

　　sair do i fear that despair maun abide me,

　　but tho' fell fortune should fate us to sever,

　　queen shall she be in my bosom for ever:

　　queen shall she be in my bosom for ever.

　　chloris, i'm thine wi' a passion sincerest,

　　and thou hast plighted me love o' the dearest!

　　and thou'rt the angel that never can alter,

　　sooner the sun in his motion would falter:

　　sooner the sun in his motion would falter.