Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
1 . SongHandsome Nell
O
Ay, and I love her still;
And whilst that virtue warms my breast,
I’ll love my handsome Nell.
And mony full as braw; But, for a modest gracefu’ mein, The like I never saw. Is pleasant to the e’e; But, without some better qualities, She’s no a lass for me. And what is best of a’, Her reputation is complete, And fair without a flaw. Both decent and genteel; And then there’s something in her gait Gars ony dress look weel. May slightly touch the heart; But it’s innocence and modesty That polishes the dart. ’Tis this enchants my soul; For absolutely in my breast She reigns without control.