'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.