Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 380. Song—Saw ye Bonie Lesley |
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| O SAW ye bonie Lesley, | |
| As she gaed o’er the Border? | |
| She’s gane, like Alexander, | |
| To spread her conquests farther. | |
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| To see her is to love her, | 5 |
| And love but her for ever; | |
| For Nature made her what she is, | |
| And never made anither! | |
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| Thou art a queen, fair Lesley, | |
| Thy subjects, we before thee; | 10 |
| Thou art divine, fair Lesley, | |
| The hearts o’ men adore thee. | |
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| The deil he could na scaith thee, | |
| Or aught that wad belang thee; | |
| He’d look into thy bonie face, | 15 |
| And say—“I canna wrang thee!” | |
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| The Powers aboon will tent thee, | |
| Misfortune sha’na steer thee; | |
| Thou’rt like themselves sae lovely, | |
| That ill they’ll ne’er let near thee. | 20 |
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| Return again, fair Lesley, | |
| Return to Caledonie! | |
| That we may brag we hae a lass | |
| There’s nane again sae bonie. | |
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