Lovely Polly Stewart

O lovely Polly Stewart!
O charming Polly Stewart!
There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May,
That's hauf sae sweet as thou art.

The flower it blaws, it fades, it fa's,
And art can ne'er renew it;
But Worth and Truth, eternal youth
Will gie to Polly Stewart.

May he, whase arms shall fauld thy charms,
Possess a leal and true heart!
To him be given, to ken the Heaven
He grasps in Polly Stewart!

O lovely Polly Stewart!
O charming Polly Stewart!
There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May,
That's hauf sae sweet as thou art.