the deil he could na scaith thee,

or aught that wad bng thee;

he'd look into thy bonie face,

and say—“i canna wrang thee!”

the powers aboon will tent thee,

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 hae ass

there's nane again sae bonie.