Seven Select Songs/This is no my ain Lassie
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THIS IS NO MY AIN LASSIE.
O this is no my ain lassie, Fair tho' the lassie be; O weel ken I my ain lassie, Kind love is in her ee.
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 ee. O this is to, &c.
She's bonny, blooming straight and tallAnd lang has had my heart in thrall;And ay it charms my very saul, The kind love that's in her ee. O this is no, &c.
A thief sae pawkie is my Jean,To steal a bank, by a' unseen;But gleg as light are lovers' cen, When kind love is in the ee. O this is no, &c.
It may escape the courtly sparks,It may escape the learned clerks;But weel the watching lover marks The kind love that's in her ee. O this is no, &c.