Song—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.
Song—My Bonie Bell

by Robert Burns, 1791
