Bonny Mally Stewart (1826)/Her blue rollin' e'e

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HER BLUE ROLLIN' E'E

My lassie is lovely as May-dew adorning,
⁠Wi' gowans and primroses ilka green lea,
Tho' sweet is the violet new blown in the morning,
⁠As tender and sweet is her blue ⟨rollin'⟩ ee.
O say what is whiter than snow on the mountain,
⁠Or what wi' the red-rose in beauty can vie?
Yes whiter her bosom than snow on the mountain,
⁠And bonny her face as the red-rose can be.

(illegible text)as yon lowly cottage that stands by the wild road,
⁠Hedg'd round wi' sweet brier and green willow
⁠tree.
⟨Twas⟩ yonder I spent the first days o' my childhood,
⁠And first felt the power of a love-rollin' ee.
⟨Tho'⟩ soon frae my hame and my lassie I wander'd,
⁠Though lang I hae been tossing on fortune's
⁠rough sea,
⟨Aye⟩ dear was the valley where Ettrick meander'd.
⁠Aye dear was the blink o' her blue rollin' ee.

⟨O⟩ for the evening, and O for the hour,
⁠When down by yon greenwood she promised to
⁠be,
⟨When⟩ quick as the summer-dew dries on the flower;
⁠A' earthly affections and wishes wad flee.
⟨Let⟩ Art and let Nature display their proud treasure;
⁠Let Paradise boast of what bliss it could gie:
(illegible text) high is my bliss, and as sweet is my pleasure,
⁠In the heart-melting blink o' my lassie's blue ee.