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.