Robert Burns, 1795
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,
2. She's bonie, blooming, straight, and tall,
3. 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.
4. It may escape the courtly sparks,
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