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, &c.

She's bonie, blooming, straight and tall,
And lang has had my heart in thrall;
And ay it charms my very saul,

The kind love that's in her e'e.
O this, &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 e'e.
O this, &c.

It may escape the courtly sparks,
It may escape the learned clerks ;
But weel the watching lover marks
The kind love that's in her e'e.
O this, &c.

CONSTANCY.

TUNE- "My love is lost to me."

O, WERE I on Parnassus' hill!
Or had of Helicon my fill;
That I might catch poetic skill,

To sing how dear I love thee.

But Nith maun be my Muse's well,
My Muse maun be thy bonie sel':
On Corsincon I'll glow'r and spell,

And write how dear I love thee.

Then come, sweet Muse, inspire my ay!
For a' the lee-lang simmer's day,

I could na sing, I could na say
How much, how dear I love thee.

I see thee danc ng o'er the green,
Thy waist sae jimp, thy limbs sae clean,
Thy tempting lips, thy roguish een -
By heaven and earth, I love thee!

By night, by day, a-field, at hame,
The thoughts o' thee my breast inflame;
And ay I muse and sing thy name,

I only live to love thee.

Though I were doom'd to wander on,
Beyond the sea, beyond the sun,
Till my last weary sand was run;
Till then and then I love thee.

PEGGY'S CHARMS.

TUNE-"N. Gow's Lamentation for Abercairny."

WHERE braving angry winter's storms,

The lofty Ochels rise,

Far in their shade my Peggy's charms,
First blest my wondering eyes;
As one who by some savage stream,
A lonely gem surveys,

Astonish'd, doubly marks its beam,

With art's most polish'd blaze.

Blest be the wild sequester'd shade,
And blest the day and hour,
Where Peggy's charms I first survey'd,
When first I felt their power!

The tyrant Death, with grim control,

May seize my fleeting breath;
But tearing Peggy from my soul
Must be a stronger death

JESSY.

TUNE- "Here's a health to them that's awa, ḥiney."

CHORUS.

HERE'S a health to ane I lo'e dear,

Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear;

Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers ineet, And soft as their parting tear-Jessy!

Altho' thou maun never be mine,

Altho' even hope is denied ;

"Tis sweeter for thee despairing,

Than aught in the world beside — Jessy!

Here's &c.

I mourn thro' the gay, gaudy day,

As hopeless I muse on thy charms;

But welcome the dream o' sweet slumber,
For then I am lock'd in thy arms-Jessy.
Here's &c.

I guess by the dear angel smile,

I guess by the love-rolling e'e;

But why urge the tender confession,

'Gainst fortune's fell, cruel decree - Jessy!

Here's &c.

THE BLUE-EYED LASSIE

I GAED a waefu' gate, yestreen,
A gate, I fear, I'll dearly rue:
I gat my death frae twa sweet cen,
Twa lovely een o' bonie blue.
"Twas not her golden ringlets bright,
Her lips like roses wat wi' dew,
Her heaving bosom, lily white:
It was her een sae bonie blue.

She talk'd, she smil'd, my heart she wyl'd,
She charm'd my soul, I wist na how;
And ay the stound, the deadly wound,
Cam frae her een sae bonie blue.
But spare to speak, and spare to speed;
She'll aiblins listen to my vow:
Should she refuse, I'll lay my dead

To her twa een sae bonie blue.

WILT THOU BE MY DEARIE?

WILT thou be my dearie?

When sorrow wrings thy gentle heart,

O wilt thou let me cheer thee?

By the treasure of my soul,

And that's the love I bear thee!