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Tune--My NANNIE, O.'
hills where Lugar* flows, 'Mang moors an' mosses many, 0, The wintry sun the day has clos'd,
And I'll awa to Nannie, O,
The westlin wind blaws loud an' shill;
The night's baith mirk and rainy, 0; But I'll get my plaid an' out I'll steal,
An' owre the hills to Nannie, O.
* Originally, Stinchar,
My Nannie's charming, sweet, an' young; Nae artfu' wiles to win ye, '
O: May ill befa’ the flattering tongue
That wad beguile my Nannie, 0.
Her face is fair, her heart is true,
As spotless as she's bonnie, 0; The op'ning gowan, wet wi' dew,
Nae purer is than Nannie, 0.
A country lad is my degree,
An' few there be that ken me, 0; But what care I how few they be,
I'm welcome ay to Nannie, 0.
My riches a's my penny-fee,
An' I maun guide it cannie, 0; But warl's gear ne'er troubles me,
My thoughts are a' my Nannie, 0.
Our auld Guidman delights to view
His sheep an' kye thrive bonnie, 0; But I'm as blythe that hauds his pleugh,
An' has nae care but Nannie, 0.
Come weel come woe, I care na by,
I'll tak what Heav'n will sen' me, 0; Nae ither care in life have I,
But live, an' love my Nannie, 0.
GREEN GREEN GROW THE RASHES.
the rashes, 0;
the rashes, 0; The sweetest hours that e'er I spent,
Are spent amang the lasses, O.
There's nought but care on ev'ry han
0: What signifies the life o' man, An' 'twere na for the lasses, O.
The warly race may riches chase,
An' riches still may fly them, O;
But gie me a canny hour at e'en,
My arms about my dearie, 0; An' warly cares, an' warly men,
May a' gae tapsalteerie, O!
For you sae douse, ye sneer at this,
Ye're nought but senseless asses, 0:
Green grow, &c.