this is no my ain lassie

tune—“this is no my house.”

chorus—this is no my ain lassie,

fair tho, the lassie be;

weel ken i my ain lassie,

kind love is in her e're.

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.

this is no my ain, c.

she's bonie, blooming, straight, and tall,

and lang has had my heart in thrall;