BLINK OVER THE BURN, MY SWEET BETTY.

Blink over the burn, my sweet Betty,

Blink over the burn, love, to me;

O, lang hae I look'd, my dear Betty,

To get but a blink o' thine e'e.

The birds are a' sporting around us,

And sweetly they sing on the tree;

But the voice o' my bonny sweet Betty,

I trow, is far dearer to me.

The ringlets, my lovely young Betty,

That wave o'er thy bonnie e'ebree,

I 'll twine wi' the flowers o' the mountain,

That blossom sae sweetly, like thee.

Then come o'er the burn, my sweet Betty,

Come over the burn, love, to me;

O, sweet is the bliss, my dear Betty,

To live in the blink o' thine e'e.