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And Hae Ye Seen My Ain True Luve?
'And hae ye seen my ain true luve
As ye cam thro' the fair?
Ae blink o' her 's worth a' the goud
And gear that glistens there!'—
'And how suld I ken your true luve
Frae ither lasses braw
That trysted there, busked out like queens,
Wi' pearlins knots and a'?'
'Ye may ken her by her snaw-white skin,
And by her waist sae sma;
Ye may ken her by her searchin' ee,
And hair like glossy craw;
Ye may ken her by the hinnie mou,
And by the rose-dyed cheek,
But best o' a' by smiles o' licht
That luve's ain language speak!
'Ye may ken her by her fairy step—
As she trips up the street,
