Abides my bonny Jean.
Oh, wad she deign ae thought to wair,
Ae kindly thought on me,
Wi’ pearls I wad deck her hair,
Though low be my degree.
Wi’ pearls I wad deck her hair,
Wi’ gowd her wrists sae sma’;
An’ had I lands and houses, she’d
Be leddy ower them a’.
The sun abune’s no what he seems,