“O, saw ye the lass?”

O, Saw ye the lass wi’ the bonny blue een? Her smile is the sweetest that ever was seen; Her cheek like the rose is, but fresher, I ween; She ’s the loveliest lassie that trips on the green. The home of my love is below in the valley, Where wild-flowers welcome the wandering bee; But the sweetest of flowers in that spot that is seen Is the maid that I love wi’ the bonny blue een. When night overshadows her cot in the glen, She ’ll steal out to meet her loved Donald again; And when the moon shines on the valley so green, I ’ll welcome the lass wi’ the bonny blue een. As the dove that has wandered away from his nest Returns to the mate his fond heart loves the best, I ’ll fly from the world’s false and vanishing scene, To my dear one, the lass wi’ the bonny blue een.