O, THIS IS NO MY AIN LASSIE
Chorus
O, this is no my ain lassie,
Fair tho' the lassie be:
Weel ken I my ain lassie—
Kind love is in her e'e.
I
I see a form, I see a face,
Ye weel may wi' the fairest place:
It wants to me the witching grace,
The kind love that's in her e'e.
II
She's bonie, blooming, straight, and tall,
And lang has had my heart in thrall;
And ay it charms my very saul,
The kind love that's in the e'e.
III
A thief sae pawkie is my Jean,
To steal a blink by a' unseen!
But gleg as light are lover's een,
When kind love is in the e'e.
IV
It may escape the courtly sparks,
It may escape the learned clerks;
But well the watching lover marks
The kind love that's in her e'e.
Chorus
O, this is no my ain lassie,
Fair tho' the lassie be:
Weel ken I my ain lassie—
Kind love is in her e'e.
