aft hae i rov'd by bonie doon,

to see the woodbine twine;

and ilka bird 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.