O gin ye were but mine.
Oh! gin ye were but mine, lassie,
Oh! gin ye were but mine, lassie,
I'd be the happiest man alive,
I'd lead a life divine, lassie.
There's something in that bonnie face,
I never saw before, lassie,
Your actions a' ha'e sic a grace,
I gaze, and I adore, lassie!
Oh! gin ye were, &c.
Though ither eyes may brilliance dart,
And bright as diamonds roll, lassie!
There's nane but yours shoot through my heart,
An' soften a' my soul, lassie!
Oh! gin ye were, &c.
Each motion shows some grace that's new,
That fascinates my eyes, lassie!
And though your charms I daily view,
I see them with surprise, lassie!
Oh! gin ye were, &c.
Sweet is the spring, and sweet the rose,
When moisten'd by the shower, lassie!
Bright on the thorn the dew-drop glows,
At morn's refulgent hour, lassie,—
Oh! gin ye were, &c.
But purer, brighter far than these
Thou art, and charming more, lassie!
Than tongue can tell—I wond'ring gaze—
I gaze and I adore, lassie!