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Burns sang of bonny Lesley / As she gaed o'er the border, -- / Gaed like vain Alexander, / To spread her conquests farther.
I sing another Lesley, / Wee girlie, more alluring, / Who stays at home, the wise one, / Her conquests there securing.
A queen, too, is my Lesley, / And gracious, though blood-royal, / My heart her throne, her kingdom, / And I a subject loyal.
Long shall you reign, my Lesley, / My pet, my darling dearie, / For love, oh, little sweetheart, / Grows never old or weary.