SongYon Wild Mossy Mountains（2 / 2）

she is not the fairest, altho' she is fair;

o' nice education but sma' is her share;

her parentage humble as humble can be;

but i lo'e the dear lassie because she lo'es me.

to beauty what man but maun yield him a prize,

in her armour of glances, and blushes, and sighs?

and when wit and refinement hae polish'd her darts,

they dazzle our een, as they flie to our hearts.

but kindness, sweet kindness, in the fond-sparkling e'e,

has lustre outshining the diamond to me;

and the heart beating love as i'm clasp'd in her arms,

o, these are my lassie's all-conquering charms!