my bonie bell
    the smiling spring comes in rejoicing,
    and surly winter grimly flies;
    now crystal clear are the falling waters,
    and bonie blue are the sunny skies.
    fresh o'er the mountains breaks forth the morning,
    the ev'ning gilds the ocean's swell;
    all creatures joy in the sun's returning,
    and i rejoice in my bonie bell.
    the flowery spring leads sunny summer,
    the yellow autumn presses near;
    then in his turn comes gloomy winter,
    till smiling spring again appear:
    thus seasons dancing, life advancing,
    old time and nature their changes tell;
    but never ranging, still unchanging,
    i adore my bonie bell.