Now springhas clad the grove in green, And strew'd the leawi' flowers; The furrow'd, waving corn is seen Rejoice in fostering showers. While ilka thing in nature join Their sorrows to forego, O why thus all alone are mine The weary steps o' woe! The trout in yonder wimpling burn That glides, a silver dart,
O bonie was yon rosy brier, That blooms sae far frae haunt o' man; And bonieshe, and ah, how dear! It shaded fraethe e'enin sun. Yonrosebuds in the morning dew, How pure, amangthe leaves saegreen; But purer was the lover's vow They witness'd in their shade yestreen. All in its rude and prickly bower, That
Chorus-O aye my wife she dangme, An' aftmy wife she bang'd me, If ye giea woman a' her will, Gudefaith! she'll soon o'er-gang ye. On peace an'rest my mindwas bent, And, fool I was! I married; Butnever honest man's intent Sane cursedly miscarried. O aye my wife, &c. Some sairiecomfort at the last, When a'thirdays
Mark yonder pomp of costly fashion Round the wealthy, titled bride: But when compar'd with real passion, Poor is all that princely pride. Markyonder, &c. (four lines repeated). What are the showy treasures, What are the noisy pleasures? The gay, gaudy glare of vanity and art: The polish'd jewels' blaze May draw the wond'ring gaze;