The Post Captain/This is no mine ain Lassie
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THIS IS NO MINE AIN LASSIE.
O this is no mine ain lassie,Fair tho’ the lassie be;O weel ken I mine 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 no, &c.
She's bonny, 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 her ee. O this is no, &c.
A thief sae pawkie is my Jean,To steal a blink by a' unseen;But gleg as light are lovers een, When kind love is in the ee. O this is no, &c.
It may escape the courtly sparks,It may escape the learned clarks;But weel the watching lover marks The kind love that's in her ee. O this is no, &c.