Air - "The Blue-Eyed Lass." I. I Gaed A Waefu' Gate Yestreen, A Gate, I Fear, I'll Dearlie Rue; I Gat My Death Frae Twa Sweet Een, Twa Lovely Een O' Bonnie Blue. 'Twas Not Her Golden Ringlets Bright; Her Lips, Like Roses, Wat Wi' Dew, Her Heaving Bosom, Lily-White, It Was Her Een Sae Bonnie Blue. Ii. She Talk'D, She Smil'D, My Heart She Wyl'D; She Charm'D My Soul, I Wist Na How: And Ay The Stound, The Deadly Wound, Cam Frae Her Een Sae Bonnie Blue. But Spare To Speak, And Spare To Speed; She'll Aiblins Listen To My Vow: Should She Refuse, I'll Lay My Dead To Her Twa Een Sae Bonnie Blue.