Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

536 . Song—This 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.

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.

This is no my ain, &c.

She’s bonie, blooming, straight, and tall,

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.

A thief sae pawkie is my Jean,

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 courtly sparks,

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.