i reign in jeanie's bosom
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.