Oh! bonnie is the tender licht
Within the lovers' een;
But, bonnier a soul that's bricht,
A conscience ever clean.
And braw the form o' manly youth,
Wi' bearing firm and free;
Yet, grander far the lip o' truth,
And heart o' constancy.
Oh! radiant gleam the marble halls
And mausoleums o' pride;
But kindlier the love-licht falls
Around mine ain fireside.
And blithe the merry mavis' sang
Ower copse, an' clover lea;
Yet, cheerier tones I'll lilt ere lang,
Through a' eternity.