She Says She Loes Me Best Of A'

Tune-"Oonagh's Waterfall."

      Sae flaxen were her ringlets,      Her eyebrows of a darker hue,      Bewitchingly o'er-arching      Twa laughing e'en o' 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 bonie face 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,      Wad make a saint forget the sky:      Sae warming, sae charming,      Her faultless form and gracefu' air;      Ilk feature-auld Nature      Declar'd that she could do nae mair:      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;      Gie me 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,      By wimpling burn and leafy shaw,      And hear my vows o' truth and love,      And say, thou lo'es me best of a'.