She Says She Loes Me Best Of A’

Sae flaxen were her ringlets,
Her eyebrows of a darker hue,
Bewitchingly o’er-arching
Twalaughing e’eno’ lovely blue;
Her smiling, sae wyling.
Wad make a wretch forget his woe;
What pleasure, what treasure,
Unto these rosy lips to grow!
Such was my Chloris’ bonie face,
When first that bonieface 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,
Wadmake a saint forget the sky:
Sae warming, saecharming,
Her faultless form and gracefu’ air;
Ilkfeature-auld Nature
Declar’d that she could do naemair:
Hers are the willing chains o’ love,
By conquering Beauty’s sovereign law;
And still my Chloris’ dearest charm-
She says, she lo’es me best of a’.

Let others love the city,
And gaudy show, at sunny noon;
Gieme the lonely valley,
The dewy eve and rising moon,
Fair beaming, and streaming,
Her silver light the boughs amang;
While falling; recalling,
The amorous thrush concludes his sang;
There, dearest Chloris, wilt thou rove,
Bywimpling burnand leafy shaw,
And hear my vows o’truth and love,
And say, thou lo’es me best of a’.