Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875.
Robert Burns CXLIX. Bonnie LesleyO
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 ne’er made sic 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 bonnie 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 bonnie.