O sawye bonie Lesley,
As she gaedo’er the Border?
She’s gane, like Alexander,
To spread her conquests farther.
To see her is to love her,
And love buther for ever;
For Nature made her what she is,
And never made anither!
Thou art a queen, fair Lesley,
Thy subjects, we before thee;
Thou art divine, fair Lesley,
The hearts o’men adore thee.
The deilhe could nascaiththee,
Oraughtthat wadbelangthee;
He’d look into thy bonieface,
And say-“I cannawrangthee!”
The Powers aboonwill tentthee,
Misfortune sha’na steer thee;
Thou’rt like themselves sae lovely,
That ill they’ll ne’er let near thee.
Return again, fair Lesley,
Return to Caledonie!
That we may brag we haea lass
There’s naneagain saebonie.