I see a Form, I see a Face

O this is no my ain lassie,Fair tho' the lassie be;O weel ken I my ain lassie,Kind love is in her ee.

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 ee.O this is no, &c.

She's bonie, 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 ee.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' een,When kind love is in the ee.O this is no, &c.

It may escape the courtly sparks,It may escape the learned clerks;But weel the watching lover marksThe kind love that's in her ee.O this is no, &c.