THE GLANCIN' E'E.

Oh lassie tell me can'st thou lo'e,

I hae gaz'd upon thy glancin' e'e;

It soars aboon, it rolls below,

But, ah, it never rests on me.

Oh lassie I hae socht the hour

When pity wak'nin' lo'e might be,

Tell my sair heart a gauldin' flower

Has droopit in thy glancin' e'e.

Oh lassie, turn not sae awa'

Disdainfu', gie na death to me;

Does pity mark the tears that fa'?

Exhale them wi' thy glancin' e'e.

C.C.