o bonie was yon rosy brier

o bonie was yon rosy brier,

that blooms sae far frae haunt o' man;

and bonie she, and ah, how dear!

it shaded frae the e'enin sun.

yon rosebuds in the morning dew,

how pure, amang the leaves sae green;

but purer was the lover's vow

they witness'd in their shade yestreen.