CCLV.
THIS IS NO MY AIN LASSIE.
Tune—“This is no my ain house.”
[Though composed to the order of Thomson, and therefore less likely to be the offspring of unsolicited inspiration, this is one of the happiest modern songs. When the poet wrote it, he seems to have been beside the “fair dame at whose shrine,” he said, “I, the priest of the Nine, offer up the incense of Parnassus.”]
I.
O this is no my ain lassie,
Fair tho’ 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.
II.
She’s bonnie, blooming, straight, and tall,
And lang has had my heart in thrall;
And ay it charms my very saul,
The kind love that’s in her e’e.
III.