There Was a Bonie Lass - A fragment

by Robert Burns

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.