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title: "She Says She Loes Me Best of a’"
author: "Robert Burns"
form: "Song"
year: "1794"
tune: "Oonagh’s Waterfall"
location: "Dumfries"
source: "Project Gutenberg #1279 — Poems and Songs of Robert Burns"
source_url: "https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1279/pg1279.txt"
canonical_url: "https://robert-burns.com/poems/she-says-she-loes-me-best-of-a/"
---

# She Says She Loes Me Best of a’

## Song
Sae flaxen were her ringlets,  
Her eyebrows of a darker hue,  
Bewitchingly o’er-arching  
Twa laughing e’en o’ lovely blue;  
Her smiling, sae wyling.  
Wad make a wretch forget his woe;  
What pleasure, what treasure,  
Unto these rosy lips to grow!  
Such was my Chloris’ bonie face,  
When first that bonie face I saw;  
And aye my Chloris’ dearest charm—  
She says, she lo’es me best of a’.

Like harmony her motion,  
Her pretty ankle is a spy,  
Betraying fair proportion,  
Wad make a saint forget the sky:  
Sae warming, sae charming,  
Her faultless form and gracefu’ air;  
Ilk feature—auld Nature  
Declar’d that she could do nae mair:  
Hers are the willing chains o’ love,  
By conquering Beauty’s sovereign law;  
And still my Chloris’ dearest charm—  
She says, she lo’es me best of a’.

Let others love the city,  
And gaudy show, at sunny noon;  
Gie me the lonely valley,  
The dewy eve and rising moon,  
Fair beaming, and streaming,  
Her silver light the boughs amang;  
While falling; recalling,  
The amorous thrush concludes his sang;  
There, dearest Chloris, wilt thou rove,  
By wimpling burn and leafy shaw,  
And hear my vows o’ truth and love,  
And say, thou lo’es me best of a’.

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Source: [Project Gutenberg #1279 — Poems and Songs of Robert Burns](https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1279/pg1279.txt)  
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