aft hae i rov'd by bonie doon,
to see the woodbine twine;
and ilka birds sang o' its luve,
and sae did i o' mine:
wi' lightsome heart i pu'd a rose,
upon its thorny tree;
but my fause luver staw my rose
and left the thorn wi' me:
wi' lightsome heart i pu'd a rose,
upon a morn in june;
and sae i flourished on the morn,
and sae was pu'd or noon!