This Is No My Ain Lassie
Tune—“This is no my house.”
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 marksThe kind love that’s in her eye.This is no my ain, &c.