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O bonnie was yon rosy brier, That blooms sae far frae haunt o' man; And bonnie she, and ah how dear. It shaded frae the e'ening sun. Yon rosebuds in the morning dew, How pure amang the leaves sae green; But purer was the lover's vow They witness'd in their shade yestreen.

All in its rude and prickly bower, That crimson rose, how sweet and fair, But love is far a sweeter flower Amid life's thorny path is o'er. The pathless wild, and wimplin burn, Wi' Chloris in my arms be mine; And I the world, nor wish, nor scorn, Its joys and griefs alike resign.