II.
To see her is to love her,
And love but her for ever;
For Nature made her what she is,
And never made anither!
III.
Thou art a queen, fair Lesley,
Thy subjects we, before thee:
Thou art divine, fair Lesley,
The hearts o’ men adore thee.
IV.
The deil he could na scaith thee,
Or aught that wad belang thee;
He’d look into thy bonnie face,
And say, “I canna wrang thee.”
V.
The powers aboon will tent thee;
Misfortune sha’ na steer thee:
Thou’rt like themselves so lovely,
That ill they’ll ne’er let near thee.
VI.