Louis, what reck I by thee,

Or Geordie on his ocean?

Dyvor, beggar louns to me,

I reign in Jeanie's bosom!

Let her crown my love her law,

And in her breast enthrone me,

Kings and nations—swith awa'!

Reif randies, I disown ye!

It Is Na, Jean, Thy Bonie Face

It is na, Jean, thy bonie face,

Nor shape that I admire;

Altho' thy beauty and thy grace

Might weel awauk desire.

Something, in ilka part o' thee,

To praise, to love, I find,

But dear as is thy form to me,

Still dearer is thy mind.

Nae mair ungenerous wish I hae,

Nor stronger in my breast,

Than, if I canna make thee sae,

At least to see thee blest.

Content am I, if heaven shall give

But happiness, to thee;

And as wi' thee I'd wish to live,

For thee I'd bear to die.