Since thou, my sweetest flower, wert ta’en awa’!
The angels cam’ for thee, my bonnie bonnie,
As saftly flickered oot life’s feeble flame:
The tender Shepherd took thee to His bosom,
An’ left me wi’ a lanely, lanely hame!
But oh! thou ’rt wi’ the blest, my bonnie bonnie,
Where pain will rend thy gentle breist nae mair;
Oh, when this weary heart lays doun its sorrow,
My ain wee lassie, may I meet thee there!
James Smith.