and aye it charms my very saul,

the kind love that's in her e'e.

this is no my ain, c.

a thief sae pawkie is my jean,

to steal a blink, by a' unseen;

but gleg as light are lover's een,

when kind love is in her e'e.

this is no my ain, c.

it may escape the courtly sparks,

it may escape the learned clerks;

but well the watching lover marks

the kind love that's in her eye.

this is no my ain, c.