Her Blue Rollin' E'e

for the evening, and O for the hour, When down by yon greenwood she promised to be, quick as the summer-dew dries on the flower; A' earthly affections and wishes wad flee. Art and let Nature display their proud treasure; Let Paradise boast of what bliss it could gie: high is my bliss, and as sweet is my pleasure, In the heart-melting blink o' my lassie's blue ee.