Bonie Lesley

O saw ye bonie LesleyAs she gaed o'er the border?She's gane, like Alexander,To spread her conquests farther.

To see her is to love her,And love but her for ever;For Nature made her what she is,And ne'er made sic anither!

Thou art a queen, Fair Lesley,Thy subjects we, before thee:Thou art divine, Fair Lesley,The hearts o' men adore thee.

The Deil he could na scaith thee,Or aught that wad belang 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 a lassThere's nane again sae bonie.