The Book of Scottish Song/This is no my ain lassie

This is no my ain lassie.

[Written by Burns for Thomson's collection. This is generally sung to the tune of "Deil stick the minister."]

⁠O this is no my ain lassie,
⁠Fair though the lassie be;
⁠O weel ken I my ain lassie,
⁠Kind love is in her e'e.

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.
⁠O this is no my ain lassie, &c.

She's bonnie, blooming, straight, and tall,
And lang has had my heart in thrall;
And aye it charms my vera saul,
⁠The kind love that's in her e'e.
⁠O this is no my ain lassie, &c.

A thief sae pawkie is my Jean;
She'll steal a blink by a' unseen;
But gleg as light are lover's een,
⁠When kind love is in the e'e.
⁠O this is no my ain lassie, &c.

It may escape the courtly sparks,
It may escape the learned clarks;
But weel the watching lover marks
⁠The kind love that's in her e'e.
⁠O this is no my ain lassie, &c.

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