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16 We are twins, and soft Pity's our mother : And how lovely that face, Which together we grace, For the woe and the bliss of another.

This is no my ain Lassie.

O this is no my ain lassie, Fair though the lassic be; weel ken I my ain lassie, Kind love is in her e'e,

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 the e'e O this is no, &c.

She's boony, blooming, straight, and tall, And lang has held my heart in thrall, And ay it charms my very saui; And kind love that's in her e e. O this is no, &c.

I see a form, I see a face, Ye weel may wi' the fairest place; It wants. to me, the witching grace, And kind love that's in her e'e. O this is no, &c.