'twas na her bonie blue e'e
  tune—“laddie, lie near me.”
  'twas na her bonie blue e'e was my ruin,
  fair tho' she be, that was ne'er my undoin';
  'twas the dear smile when nae body did mind us,
  'twas the bewitching, sweet, stown glance o' kindness:
  'twas the bewitching, sweet, stown glance o' kindness.
  sair do i fear that to hope is denied me,
  sair do i fear that despair maun abide me,
  but tho' fell fortune should fate us to sever,
  queen shall she be in my bosom for ever:
  queen shall she be in my bosom for ever.
  chloris, i'm thine wi' a passion sincerest,
  and thou hast plighted me love o' the dearest!
  and thou'rt the angel that never can alter,
  sooner the sun in his motion would falter:
  sooner the sun in his motion would falter.