O Bonie Was Yon Rosy Brier

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 m 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 s,

its joys and griefs alike resign.