THERE was a bonie lass, and a bonie, bonie lass,
And she lo'ed her bonie laddie dear;
Till War's loud alarms tore her laddie frae her arms,
Wi' mony a sigh and tear.
Over sea, over shore, where the cannons loudly roar,
He still was a stranger to fear;
And nocht could him quail, or his bosom assail,
But the bonie lass he lo'ed sae dear.
More verses by Robert Burns
- Address To The Unco Guid
- The Banks Of The Devon
- Song—&Quot;Indeed Will I,&Quot; Quo' Findlay
- Fragment Of Song—the Night Was Still
- Monody On A Lady, Famed For Her Caprice