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4 Or why I love I winna tell, My bonnie black e'ed lassie O. Its no thy cheek o‘ rosy hue, Its no thy little cherry mou; lt‘s a because thy heart's sae true, My bonnie black-e‘ed lassie O.

It's no the witch glance o‘ thy ee, Tho' few for that surpass ye O, That mak's ye aye sae dear to me, My bonnie black-e ed lassie O. It‘s no the whiteness o‘ thy skin, lt‘s no love's dimple on thy chin— It's a' thy modest worth within, My bonnie black-e‘ed lassie O.

Ye smile sae sweet, yerlook sae kind, That a‘ wish to caress ye O; But I adore your heavenly mind, My bonnie black-e'ed lassie O. I 've seen thy een, like crystal clear, Shine dimly thro' saft pity's tear, Which makes you ever, ever dear To me, my black-e'ed lassie.