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 THIS IS NO MY AIN LASSIE’.

O this is no my ain lassie, Fair tho’ the lassie be: O weel ken I my ain lassie, Kind love is in her e’e.

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. O this is no, &c.

She’s bonnie, blooming, straight and tal And lang has had my heart in thrall; And ay it charms my very saul, The kind love that’s in her e’e. O this is no, &c.

A theif sae pawkie is my Jean, To steal a blink by a’ unseen ; But gleg as light are lovers' een, When kind love is in the e’e. O this is no, &c.