Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
380 . SongSaw ye Bonie Lesley
O
As she gaed o’er the Border?
She’s gane, like Alexander,
To spread her conquests farther.
And love but her for ever; For Nature made her what she is, And never made anither! Thy subjects, we before thee; Thou art divine, fair Lesley, The hearts o’ men adore thee. Or aught that wad belang thee; He’d look into thy bonie face, And say—“I canna wrang thee!” Misfortune sha’na steer thee; Thou’rt like themselves sae lovely, That ill they’ll ne’er let near thee. Return to Caledonie! That we may brag we hae a lass There’s nane again sae bonie.