Lass Of Cessnock Banks, The

walls from boreas s;

they tempt the taste and charm the sight;

an' she has tarkling roguish een.

her teeth are like a flock of sheep,

with fleeewly washen ,

that slowly mount the rising steep;

an' she has tarkling roguish een.

her breath is like the fragrant breeze,

that gently stirs the blossom'd bean,

when phoebus sinks behind the seas;

an' she has tarkling roguish een.

her voice is like the ev'ning thrush,

that sings on ock banks unseen,

while his mate sits ling in the bush;

an' she has tarkling roguish een.

but it's not her air, her form, her face,

tho' matg beauty's fabled queen;

'tis the mind that shines in ev'ry grace,

an' chiefly in her roguish een.