As she gaed o'er the Border？

    She's gane like Alexander

    To spread her conquests farther.

    To see her is to love her

    And love but her for ever；

    For Nature made her what she is

    And ne'er made sic anither！

    Thou art a queen fair Lesley

    Thy subjects we before thee；

    Thou art divine fair Lesley

    The hearts o' men adore thee.

    The Deil he could na scaith thee

    Or aught that wad belang thee；

    He'd look into thy bonnie face

    And say I canna wrang thee！

    The Powers aboon will tent thee；

    Misfortune sha' na steer¹ thee；

    Thou'rt like themselves sae lovely

    That ill they'll ne'er let near thee.

    Return again fair Lesley

    Return to Caledonie！

    That we may brag² we hae a lass

    There's nane again sae bonnie.