O this is no my ain lassie

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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. O this is no my ain lassie, Fair tho' the lassie be: Weel ken I my ain lassie, Kind love is in her e'e. She's bonie, 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. 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. A thief sae pawkie is my Jean To steal a blink, by a' unseen; But gleg as light are lovers' een, When kind love is in the e'e. 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. It may escape the courtly sparks, It may escape the learned clerks; But weel the watching lover marks The kind love that's in her e'e.