It Is Na, Jean, Thy Bonie Face
1.
It is na, Jean, thy bonie face
Nor shape that I admire,
Altho' thy beauty and thy grace
Might weel awauk desire.
Something in ilka part o' thee
To praise, to love, I find;
But, dear as is thy form to me,
Still dearer is thy mind.
2.
Nae mair ungen'rous wish I hae,
Nor stronger in my breast,
Than, if I canna mak thee sae,
At least to see thee blest:
Content am I, if Heaven shall give
But happiness to thee,
And, as wi' thee I wish to live,
For thee I'd bear to dee.

It Is Not, Jean, Your Lovely Face

It is not, Jean, your lovely face
Nor shape that I admire,
Although your beauty and your grace
Might well awake desire.
Something in every part of you
To praise, to love, I find;
But, dear as is thy form to me,
Still dearer is thy mind.

No more ungenerous wish I have,
Nor stronger in my breast,
Than, if I can not make you so,
At least to see thee blest:
Content am I, if Heaven shall give
But happiness to thee,
And, as with you I wish to live,
For you I would bear to die.