I loved her with the purest love1
That ever human bosom knew ;2
The green leaf to the vernal grove3
Was never half so true !4
For oh !  she was the sweetest flower5
That ever graced a highland glen ;6
And proudly did I own her power,7
For she was artless then.8
She left her home amongst the hills,9
And in the world she grew10
A worldly, flaunting thing of pride,11
Unsteady and untrue ;12
Gay robes and jewels deck her now,13
She seeks the gaze of men ;14
And is no more the flower I loved,15
For she was artless then !16