TWAS na her bonie blue ee was my ruin,
Fair tho she be, that was neer 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, Im thine wi a passion sincerest,
And thou hast plighted me love o the dearest!
And thourt the angel that never can alter,
Sooner the sun in his motion would falter:
Sooner the sun in his motion would falter.
