Clutha, wi' truest love I love thee, Jean/The Black-Ee'd Lassie

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THE BLACK-EE'D LASSIE.

Tune—My only jo and dearie O.

 

Wi' truest love I love you Jean—But dinna ye be saucy O, Or why I love I winna tell,My bonnie black e'ed lassie O.Its no thy cheek o' rosy hue,Its no thy little cherry mou;lt's a because thy heart's sae true,My bonnie black-e'ed lassie O.

It's no the witch glance o' thy ee,Tho' few for that surpass ye O,That mak's ye aye sae dear to me,My bonnie black-e'ed lassie O.It's no the whiteness o' thy skin,lt's no love's dimple on thy chin—It's a' thy modest worth within,My bonnie black-e'ed lassie O.

Ye smile sae sweet, ye look sae kind,That a' wish to caress ye O;But I adore your heavenly mind,My bonnie black-e'ed lassie O.I've seen thy een, like crystal clear,Shine dimly thro' saft pity's tear,Which makes you ever, ever dearTo me, my black-e'ed lassie.

 

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