I hear her charm the air:
There's not a bonnie flower that springs
By fountain, shaw, or green; woodland
There's not a bonnie bird that sings,
But minds me o' my Jean.
O THIS IS NO MY AIN LASSIE
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.