aft hae i rov'd by bonie doon,

to see the woodbine twine;

and ilka birds sang o' its luve,

and sae did i o' mine:

wi' lightsome heart i pu'd a rose,

upon its thorny tree;

but my fause luver staw my rose

and left the thorn wi' me:

wi' lightsome heart i pu'd a rose,

upon a morn in june;

and sae i flourished on the morn,

and sae was pu'd or noon!