536. Song—This is no my ain lassie

 Chorus—This is no my ain lassie,
 Fair tho, the lassie be;
Weel ken I my ain lassie,
 Kind love is in her e’re.



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.

 This is no my ain, &c.



She’s bonie, blooming, straight, and tall,
And lang has had my heart in thrall;
And aye it charms my very saul,
 The kind love that’s in her e’e.

 This is no my ain, &c.



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 her e’e.

 This is no my ain, &c.



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 eye.

 This is no my ain, &c.

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