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 marks
    the kind love that's in her eye.
    this is no my ain, c.