"'Twas na her bonie blue e'e was my ruin:
Fair tho' she be, that was ne'er my undoin.
'Twas the dear smile when naebody did mind us.
'Twas the bewitching, sweet, stoun glance o' kindness!
Sair do I fear that to hope is denied me,
Sair do I fear that despair maun abide me;
But tho' fell Fortune should fate us to sever,
Queen shall she be in my bosom for ever.
-- from "'Twas Na Her Bonie Blue E'e" by Robert Burns (b. 1759-01-25, d. 1796-07-21)
[First link has an English translation, but this one's pretty easy.]
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