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.