this is no my ainssie

tune—“this is no my house.”

chorus—this is no my ainssie,

fair tho, thessie be;

weel ken i my ainssie,

kind love is in her e're.

i see a form, i see a face,

ye weel may wi' the fairest ce;

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,

andng has had my heart in thrall;

and aye it charms my very saul,