O saw ye bonie Lesley,As she gaed o’er the Border?She’s gane, like Alexander,To spread her conquests farther.4
To see her is to love her,And love but her for ever;For Nature made her what she is,And never made anither!8
Thou art a queen, fair Lesley,Thy subjects, we before thee;Thou art divine, fair Lesley,The hearts o’ men adore thee.12
The deil he could na scaith thee,Or aught that wad belang thee;He’d look into thy bonie face,And say—“I canna wrang thee!”16
The Powers aboon will tent thee,Misfortune sha’na steer thee;Thou’rt like themselves sae lovely,That ill they’ll ne’er let near thee.20
Return again, fair Lesley,Return to Caledonie!That we may brag we hae a lassThere’s nane again sae bonie.24