Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
537 . SongO bonie was yon rosy Brier
O
That blooms sae far frae haunt o’ man;
And bonie she, and ah, how dear!
It shaded frae the e’enin sun.
How pure, amang the leaves sae green; But purer was the lover’s vow They witness’d in their shade yestreen. That crimson rose, how sweet and fair; But love is far a sweeter flower, Amid life’s thorny path o’ care. Wi’ Chloris in my arms, be mine; And I the warld nor wish nor scorn, Its joys and griefs alike resign.