The poem
’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.