Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

256 . Song—Beware o’ Bonie Ann

YE gallants bright, I rede you right,

Beware o’ bonie Ann;

Her comely face sae fu’ o’ grace,

Your heart she will trepan:

Her een sae bright, like stars by night,

Her skin sae like the swan;

Sae jimply lac’d her genty waist,

That sweetly ye might span.

Youth, Grace, and Love attendant move,

And pleasure leads the van:

In a’ their charms, and conquering arms,

They wait on bonie Ann.

The captive bands may chain the hands,

But love enslaves the man:

Ye gallants braw, I rede you a’,

Beware o’ bonie Ann!