this is no my ain ssie
tuhis is no my house.”
chorus—this is no my ain ssie,
fair tho, the ssie be;
weel ken i my ain ssie,
kind love is in her e're.
i see a form, i see a face,
ye weel may wi' the fairest pce;
it wants, to me, the witg grace,
the kind love that's in her e'e.
this is no my ain, &c.
she's bonie, blooming, straight, and tall,
and ng 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 watg lover marks
the kind love that's in her eye.
this is no my ain, &c.