’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.