i reign in jeanies bosom（1/1）

i reign in jeanie's bosom

louis, what reck i by thee,

or geordie on his ocean?

dyvor, beggar louns to me,

i reign in jeanie's bosom!

let her crown my love her law,

and in her breast enthrone me,

kings and nations—swith awa'!

reif randies, i disown ye!

it is na, jean, thy bonie face

it is na, jean, thy bonie face,

nor shape that i admire;

altho' thy beauty and thy grace

might weel awauk desire.

something, in ilka part o' thee,

to praise, to love, i find,

but dear as is thy form to me,

still dearer is thy mind.

nae mair ungenerous wish i hae,

nor stronger in my breast,

than, if i canna make thee sae,

at least to see thee blest.

content am i, if heaven shall give

but happiness, to thee;

and as wi' thee i'd wish to live,

for thee i'd bear to die.