If I Were a Lass

 

 

If I were a lass, if I were a lass,

If I were a lassie instead of just me;

I would wish that my image,

And hope that my vision,

And dream that my likeness

Would close to you be.

 

A tall bonnie lass, A fair bonnie lass,

A beautiful lassie, instead of just me;

With a different image,

And vision and likeness,

In a far, far different class would I be.

 

So I look in the glass, I look in the glass,

I look in the looking-glass…what do I see?

Oh, I see an image,

Now I see a vision,

Yes, I see a likeness

That looks…just like me!

 

Alas! oh alas! not you that I see!

I see my reflection looking at me.

Alas! oh alas! not you that I see!

A wistful young lad is looking at me.

 

If I were a lass, if I were a lass,

If I were—alas! I am not.

I am me.