'twas na her bonie blue e'e

tune—ddie, lie near me.”

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

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

'twas the dear smile when nae body did mind 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 me,

sair do i fear that despair maun abide me,