Thou art a queen, fair Lesley,
Thy subjects, we before thee:
Thou art divine, fair Lesley,
The hearts o' men adore thee.
The Deil he could na scaith thee, harm
Or aught that wad belang thee;
He'd look into thy bonnie face,
And say, ‘I canna wrang thee.’
The Powers aboon will tent thee; above, guard