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O THIS IS NO MY AIN LASSIE.
Words by Burns. Key-note B flat.
O this is no my ain lassie,
Fair tlio’ the lassie be ;
0 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, &e.
She’s bonny, blooming, straight, and tall.
And lang has had my heart in thrall;
And aye it charms my very saul,
The kind love that’s in her e’e.
O this is no, &c.
A thief sae pawkie is my Jean,
To steal a blink by a’ unseen ;
But gleg as light are lovers’ e’en,
When kind love is in the c’e.
0 this is no, &c.
It may escape the courtly sparks.
It may escape the learned clerks ;
Hut weel the watching lover marks
The kind love that’s in her e’e.
0 this is no, &c.
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THE BANKS O’ BOON.
Words by Burns, il/usic James Miller. Key-note O.
Ye banks and braes o’ bonnio Boon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair !
How can ye chant, ye little birds.
And I sae weary, fu’ o’ care !
ThouTt break my heart, thou warbling bird,
That wantons through the flowering thorn;
Thou mind’st me o’ departed joys,
Beparted never to return.
Oft hae I roved by bonnie Boon,
To see the rose and woodbine twine;
And ilka bird sang o’ its love,
And fondly sae did I o’ mine.
\Vi’ lightsome heart I pu’d a rose,
Fu’ sweet upon its thorny tree ;
But my fause lover stole my rose,
But ah! ho left the thorn wi’ me.