and the longer it blossom'd the sweeter it grew,

for the lily in the bud will be bonier yet.

young charlie cochran was the sprout of an aik,

bonie and bloomin' and straught was its make,

the sun took delight to shine for its sake,

and it will be the brag o' the forest yet.

the simmer is gane when the leaves they were green,

and the days are awa' that we hae seen,

but far better days i trust wille again;

for my bonie laddie's young, but he's growin' yet.