Thou bonnie[3] gem.
Alas! it’s no thy neebor sweet,
The bonnie Lark, [companion meet],
Bending thee ’mang the dewy weet,[4]
Wi’ speckl’d breast!
When upward-springing, blythe, to greet
The [purpling east].
Cauld blew the bitter-biting north
Upon thy early, humble birth;
Yet cheerfully thou [glinted forth]