'twas na her bonie blue e'e

tune—ddie, lie near .”

'twas na her bonie blue e'e was ruin,

fair tho' she be, that was ne'er undoin';

'twas the dear sle when nae body did nd us,

'twas the bewitching, sweet, stown nce o' kindness:

'twas the bewitching, sweet, stown nce o' kindness.

sair do i fear that to hope is denied ,

sair do i fear that despair un abide ,