This text comes from The Book of Scottish Song, edited by Alexander Whitelaw, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
Oh! my bonnie lassie's dead,
My bliss an' joy on earth's fled;
Oh! my bonnie lassie's dead,
An' lies on Endrick lea.
Her brow was like a lily flower,
Smiling 'neath a balmy bower,
An' glist'ning i' the momin' hour
Amang the dew o' May.
Her e'e was like the bonnie bell,
That dances on a sparklin' well,
When daylight fa's o'er muir an' fell,
An' wakes the well to play.
Her cheek had a' the hues that lie
On a' that's fair in earth or sky,
When summer winds are singing by
A canty, gleesome air.
The winds may sing o'er glen an' lea;
The flowers may bloom, but no for me;
That brow an' e'e, that cheek I'll see
Smiling here nae mair.
A leaf afore the wintry blast,
Though sairly bruised an' sadly cast,
Will find a resting place at last,
But ah! there's nane for me.
Whar can I gang, whar can I bide,
Sin' she, my bonnie winsome bride,
Is ta'en for ever frae my side?
Why didna death tak' me?