Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

531 . Song—’Twas na her bonie blue e’e

’TWAS na her bonie blue e’e was my ruin,

Fair tho’ she be, that was ne’er my undoin’;

’Twas the dear smile when nae body did mind us,

’Twas the bewitching, sweet, stown glance o’ kindness:

’Twas the bewitching, sweet, stown glance o’ kindness.

Sair do I fear that to hope is denied me,

Sair do I fear that despair maun abide me,

But tho’ fell fortune should fate us to sever,

Queen shall she be in my bosom for ever:

Queen shall she be in my bosom for ever.

Chloris, I’m thine wi’ a passion sincerest,

And thou hast plighted me love o’ the dearest!

And thou’rt the angel that never can alter,

Sooner the sun in his motion would falter:

Sooner the sun in his motion would falter.