this is no my ain lassie（1/1）

this is no my ain lassie

tune—“this is no my house.”

chorus—this is no my ain lassie,

fair tho, the lassie be;

weel ken i my ain lassie,

kind love is in her e're.

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 e'e.

this is no my ain, &c.

she's bonie, blooming, straight, and tall,

and lang has had my heart in thrall;

and aye it charms my very saul,

the kind love that's in her e'e.

this is no my ain, &c.

a thief sae pawkie is my jean,

to steal a blink, by a' unseen;

but gleg as light are lover's een,

when kind love is in her e'e.

this is no my ain, &c.

it may escape the courtly sparks,

it may escape the learned clerks;

but well the watching lover marks

the kind love that's in her eye.

this is no my ain, &c.