The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

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But should riches e'er be mine, and my Jeanie still be
true,
Then blaw, ye favourin' breezes, till my native land I
view
Then I'll kneel on Scotia's shore, while the heart-felt
tear shall fa'.
And never leave my Jean and Caledonia.
SHE SAYS SHE LO'ES ME BEST OF A'
BURNS.
Tune— Unagli's Lock.
Sae flaxen were her ringlets,
Her eye-brows of a darker hue,
Bewitchingly o'erarching
Twa laughing een o' bonnie blue.
Her smiling, sae wyling,
Wad mak a wretch forget his woe
What pleasure, what treasure.
Unto those rosy lips to grow
Such was my Chloris' bonnie face.
When first her bonnie face I saw
And, aye my Chloris' dearest charm,
She says she lo'es me best of a'.
Like harmony her motion ;
Her pretty ankle is a spy,
Betraying fair proportion,
Wad mak a saint forget the sky.
Sae warming, sae charming,
Her faultless form and gracefu' air
Ilk feature—auld nature
Declared that she could do nae main
Hers are the wilHng chains o' love.
By conquering beauty'^ sovereign law