ChorusThis is no my ain lassie,
Fair tho, the lassie be;
Weel ken I my ain lassie,
Kind love is in her ere.
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 thats in her ee.
This is no my ain, &c.
Shes bonie, blooming, straight, and tall,
And lang has had my heart in thrall;
And aye it charms my very saul,
The kind love thats in her ee.
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 lovers een,
When kind love is in her ee.
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 thats in her eye.
This is no my ain, &c.
