Aft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon,

To see the wood-bine twine,

And ilka bird sang o' its love,

And sae did I o' mine.

Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose

Frae off its thorny tree:

But my fause luver staw my rose, stole

And left the thorn wi' me.

(Third Version)