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.