We've a bonnie wee flower

We've a bonnie wee flower

In a far countrie,

In a bright and sunny bower

In a far countrie.

When the sky is ever fair,

And the myrtle scents the air,

Of our lovely blossom's there,

In a far countrie.

There's gold to win and spare

In a far countrie,

And gems and jewels rare

In a far countrie.

But the brightest, purest gem,

From a fondly cherished stem,

Is the flow'ret we could name

In a far countrie.

May the angels watch the flower

In a far countrie,

And tent it ev'ry hour

In a far countrie.

And the night-in-gale's soft song

The spicy groves among.

Its slumbers shall prolong

In a far countrie.

We may not cross the main

To a far countrie,

Nor traverse hill and plain

To a far countrie.

But when the primrose springs,

And the lint white sweetly sings,

O we'll welcome home our flower

From a far countrie.