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.