I Dinna Blame Thy Bonnie Face

I Dinna blame thy bonny face,
Thy pawky smile an' wit refined,
Nor thy fair form's bewitching grace,
As lightsome as the mountain wind ;
For these how many a lover brooks,
Since lovelier man can never see !
But sair I blame thy kindly looks,
And kindly words thou said'st to me.

I could have gazed both morn and even
On that entrancing face of thine,
As I would gaze upon the heaven,
Yet never think of it as mine ;
I could have joy'd to see thee blesf,
A comely bride, a happy wife,
But what thy tongue to me profess'd
Has ruin'd a' my peace for life.

I never valued aught sae dear
As Mary's hand an' Mary's smile ;
But, ah ! I never had a fear
That baith were grantit to beguile:
Yet I can never cease to love,
And when to Heaven I bow the knee
To ask a blessing from above,
My heart shall ask the same for thee !