The Black-e'ed Lassie.
[Captain Charles Gray, R. M.—Air, "My only jo and dearie, O."]
Wi' heart sincere, I love thee, Bell—
But dinna ye be saucy, O,
Or a' my love I winna tell
To thee, my black-e'ed lassie, O:
It's no thy cheek o' rosy hue,
It's no thy little cherry mou',
It's a' because thy heart's sae true,
My bonnie black-e'ed lassie, O!
It's no the witch-glance o' thy e'e,
Though few for that surpass ye, O,
That mak's ye aye sae dear to me,
My bonnie black-e'ed lassie, O!
It's no the whiteness o' thy skin,
It's no love's dimple on thy chin;—
It's a' thy modest worth within,
My bonnie black-e'ed lassie, O!
Ye smile sae sweet, ye look sae kind,
That a' wish to caress ye, O;
But! how I admire thy mind,
My bonnie black-e'ed lassie, O!
I've seen thy een, like crystal clear,
Shine dimly through saft pity's tear—
These are the charms that mak' thee dear,
To me, my black-e'ed lassie, O!