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When First I Saw
TUNE: Maggy Lauder
 

Burns Original

Standard English Translation

 

Chorus
She's aye, aye sae blithe, sae gay,
She's aye sae blithe and cheerie,
She's aye sae bonie, blithe and gay,
O, gin I were her dearie!
1.
When first I saw fair Jeanie's face,
I couldna tell what ail'd me:
My heart went fluttering pit-a-pat,
My een they almost fail'd me.
She's aye sae neet, sae trim, sae tight,
All grace does round her hover!
Ae look depriv'd me o' my heart,
And I became her lover.
2.
Had I Dundas's whole estate,
Or Hopetoun's wealth to shine in;
Did warlike laurels crown my brow,
Or humbler bays entwining;
I'd lay them a' at Jeanie's feet,
Could I but hope to move her,
And, prouder than a belted knight,
I'd be my Jeanie's lover.
3.
But sair I fear some happier swain,
Has gain'd sweet Jeanie's favour.
If so, may every bliss be hers,
Though I maun never have her!
But gang she east, or gang she west,
'Twixt Forth and Tweed all over,
While men have eyes, or ears, or taste,
She'll always find a lover.

 

Chorus
She is always, always so blythe, so gay,
She is always so blythe and cheery,
She is always so lovely, blythe and gay,
O, if I were her dear!

When first I saw fair Jeanie's face,
I could not tell what ailed me:
My heart went fluttering pit-a-pat,
My eyes they almost failed me.
She is always so neet, so trim, so tight,
All grace does round her hover!
One look deprived me of my heart,
And I became her lover.

Had I Dundas's whole estate,
Or Hopetoun's wealth to shine in;
Did warlike laurels crown my brow,
Or humbler bays entwining;
I would lay them all at Jeanie's feet,
Could I but hope to move her,
And, prouder than a belted knight,
I would be my Jeanie's lover.

But sore I fear some happier swain,
Has gained sweet Jeanie's favour.
If so, may every bliss be hers,
Though I must never have her!
But go she east, or go she west,
Between Forth and Tweed all over,
While men have eyes, or ears, or taste,
She will always find a lover.

 

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