Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 536. Song—This is no my ain lassie |
| | | | | Tune—“This is no my house.” |
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| 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. | |
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| I SEE a form, I see a face, | 5 |
| 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. | |
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| She’s bonie, blooming, straight, and tall, | 10 |
| 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. | |
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| A thief sae pawkie is my Jean, | 15 |
| 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. | |
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| It may escape the courtly sparks, | 20 |
| 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. | |
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