i reign in jeanie's bosom
    louis, what reck i by thee,
    or geordie on his ocean?
    dyvor, beggar louns to me,
    i reign in jeanie's bosom!
    let her crown my love her law,
    and in her breast enthrone me,
    kings and nations—swith awa'!
    reif randies, i disown ye!
    it is na, jean, thy bonie face
    it is na, jean, thy bonie face,
    nor shape that i admire;
    altho' thy beauty and thy grace
    might weel awauk desire.
    something, in ilka part o' thee,
    to praise, to love, i find,
    but dear as is thy form to me,
    still dearer is thy mind.
    nae mair ungenerous wish i hae,
    nor stronger in my breast,
    than, if i canna make thee sae,
    at least to see thee blest.
    content am i, if heaven shall give
    but happiness, to thee;
    and as wi' thee i'd wish to live,
    for thee i'd bear to die.