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 morning dew,
how pure, amang the leaves sae green;
but purer was the lover's vow
they witness'd in their shade yestreen.