with joy, with rapture, i would toil;
and nightly to my bosom strain
the bonie ss o' ballochmyle.
then pride might climb the slipp'ry steep,
where frame and honours lofty shine;
and thirst of gold might tempt the deep,
or downward seek the indian mine:
give me the cot below the pine,
to tend the flocks or till the soil;
and ev'ry day have joys divine
with the bonie ss o' ballochmyle.