My Bonie Bell

The smiling Spring comes in rejoicing,

And surly Winter grimly flies;

Now crystal clear are the falling waters,

And bonie blue are the sunny skies.

Fresh o’er the mountains breaks forth the morning,

The ev’ning gilds the ocean’s swell;

All creatures joy in the sun’s returning,

And I rejoice in my bonie Bell.

The flowery Spring leads sunny Summer,

The yellow Autumn presses near;

Then in his turn comes gloomy Winter,

Till smiling Spring again appear:

Thus seasons dancing, life advancing,

Old Time and Nature their changes tell;

But never ranging, still unchanging,

I adore my bonie Bell.

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