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Tune MY NANNIE, O.'

I.

BEHIND yon hills where Lugar* flows,
'Mang moors an' mosses many, O,
The wintry sun the day has clos'd,
And I'll awa to Nannie, O,

II.

The westlin wind blaws loud an' shill;
The night's baith mirk and rainy, O;
But I'll get my plaid an' out I'll steal,
An' owre the hills to Nannie, O.

III.

* Originally, Stinchar,

III.

My Nannie's charming, sweet, an' young;
Nae artfu' wiles to win ye, 0:
May ill befa' the flattering tongue
That wad beguile my Nannie, O.

IV.

Her face is fair, her heart is true,
As spotless as she's bonnie, O;
The op'ning gowan, wet wi' dew,
Nae purer is than Nannie, O.

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An' few there be that ken me, 0;

But what care I how few they be,

I'm welcome ay to Nannie, O.

VI.

My riches a's my penny-fee,
An' I maun guide it cannie, O;
But warl's gear ne'er troubles me,
My thoughts are a' my Nannie, O.

VII.

Our auld Guidman delights to view
His sheep an' kye thrive bonnie, Ó;
But I'm as blythe that hauds his pleugh,
An' has nae care but Nannie, O.

VIII.

Come weel come woe, I care na by,
I'll tak what Heav'n will sen' me, O;
Nae ither care in life have I,

But live, an' love my Nannie, O.

GREEN

GREEN GROW THE RASHES.

A FRAGMENT.

CHORUS.

Green

grow the rashes, O;

Green grow

the rashes, 0;

The sweetest hours that e'er I spent,
Are spent amang the lasses, 0.

I.

THERE'S nought but care on ev'ry han
In ev'ry hour that passes, 0:
What signifies the life o' man,
An' 'twere na for the lasses, O.

Green grow, &c.

II.

The warly race may riches chase,
An' riches still may fly them, O;
An' tho' at last they catch them fast,
Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O.
Green grow, &c.

III.

But gie me a canny hour at e'en,
My arms about my dearie, O;
An' warly cares, an' warly men,
May a' gae tapsalteerie, O!

IV.

Green grow, &c.

For

you sae douse, ye sneer at this,

Ye're nought but senseless asses, 0:
The wisest man the warl' e'er saw,
He dearly lov'd the lasses, O.

Green grow, &c.

V.

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