Sweet flower o’ the valley, wi’ blossoms of snow, 
And green leaves that turn the cauld blast frae 
their stems; 
Bright emblem o’ innocence, thy beauties I lo’e, 
Aboon the king’s coronet circled wi’ gems! 
There’s no tinsel about thee, to make thee mair 
bright, 
Sweet lily! thy loveliness a’ is thine ain, 
And thy bonnie bells, danglin’ sae pure and sae light, 
Proclaim thee the fairest o’ Flora’s bright train. 
