In love's ain wordless wile;
Her ee-bree creepin' on my cheek
Betrays her pawkie smile.
Happy, happy, silent so—
Breathin' bonnie love, whisper low!
Was yon a waft o' her wee white han'
Wi' a warnin' "wheest" to me?
Or was it a gleam o' that fause moon fa'in
On my poor misguided ee?
Wearie, wearie, wearie O—