Thy lips sae rosy red, I’ll kiss nae mair.

O heavy thocht, that dims this ee wi’ sadness!

O heart that fain wad break, wi’ anguish sair!

I cry thy name in vain, my bonnie bonnie;

For aye thy form, thy dear-loved form I see;

O face sae fair! O locks o’ golden splendour!

O guileless heart, that fondly throbbed for me!

A dreary blank is mine, my bonnie bonnie;

Nae mair thy merry voice will cheer my ha’;

An eerie stillness fills the darksome dwelling,