Seven sentimental songs/This is No My Ain Lassie

THIS IS NO MY AIN LASSIE.

⁠⁠This is no my ain lassie,
⁠⁠⁠Fair though the lassie be;
⁠⁠O well 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, fresh and tall,
And lang has had my heart in thrall,
And aye 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 clerks:
But weel the watching lover marks
⁠The kind love that's in her ee
⁠⁠⁠⁠O this is no, &c.