'Twas Na Her Bonie Blue E'e

Robert Burns, 1795

'Twas na her bonie blue e'e was my ruin, Fair tho' she be, that was ne'er my undoin'; 'Twas the dear smile when nae body did mind us, |: 'Twas the bewitching, sweet, stown glance o' kindness. :| 2. Sair do I fear that to hope is denied me, Sair do I fear that despair maun abide me, But tho' fell fortune should fate us to sever, |: Queen shall she be in my bosom for ever. :| 3. Chloris, I'm thine wi' a passion sincerest, And thou hast plighted me love o' the dearest! And thou'rt the angel that never can alter, |: Sooner the sun in his motion would falter. :|