Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
536 . SongThis is no my ain lassie
Chorus—This is no my ain lassie,
Fair tho, the lassie be;
Weel ken I my ain lassie,
Kind love is in her e’re.
Ye weel may wi’ the fairest place; It wants, to me, the witching grace, The kind love that’s in her e’e. This is no my ain, &c. And lang has had my heart in thrall; And aye it charms my very saul, The kind love that’s in her e’e. This is no my ain, &c. To steal a blink, by a’ unseen; But gleg as light are lover’s een, When kind love is in her e’e. This is no my ain, &c. It may escape the learned clerks; But well the watching lover marks The kind love that’s in her eye. This is no my ain, &c.