something, in ilka part o' thee,

to praise, to love, i find,

but dear as is thy form to me,

still dearer is thy mind.

nae mair ungenerous wish i hae,

nor stronger in my breast,

than, if i canna make thee sae,

at least to see thee blest.

content am i, if heaven shall give

but happiness, to thee;

and as wi' thee i'd wish to live,

for thee i'd bear to die.