She is not the fairest, altho’ she is fair;
O’ nice education but sma’ is her share;
Her parentage humble as humble can be;
But I lo’e the dear lassie because she lo’es me.
Her parentage humble as humble can be;
But I lo’e the dear lassie because she lo’es me.
V.
To beauty what man but maun yield him a prize,
In her armour of glances, and blushes, and sighs?
And when wit and refinement hae polish’d her darts,
They dazzle our een as they flee to our hearts.
And when wit and refinement hae polish’d her darts,
They dazzle our een, as they flee to our hearts.
VI.
But kindness, sweet kindness, in the fond sparkling e’e,
Has lustre outshining the diamond to me:
And the heart beating love as I’m clasp’d in her arms,
O, these are my lassie’s all-conquering charms!
And the heart beating love as I’m clasp’d in her arms,
O, these are my lassie’s all-conquering charms!
CIII.
IT IS NA, JEAN, THY BONNIE FACE.
Tune—“The Maid’s Complaint.”
[Burns found this song in English attire, bestowed a Scottish dress upon it, and published it in the Museum, together with the air by Oswald, which is one of his best.]