The Post Captain/This is no mine ain Lassie

by Robert Burns (1759-1796)

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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.

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