SON G. Tune--My NANNIE, O.' I. BEHIND yon 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, II. 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, III. 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. IV. 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. V. 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. VI. 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. VII. 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. VIII. 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. A FRAGMENT. CHORUS. Green grow Green grow the rashes, 0; the rashes, 0; The sweetest hours that e'er I spent, Are spent amang the lasses, O. I. There's nought but care on ev'ry han passes, 0: What signifies the life o' man, An' 'twere na for the lasses, O. &c. Green grow, II. The warly race may riches chase, An' riches still may fly them, O; &c. Green grow, III. 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! Green grow, &c. IV. For you sae douse, ye sneer at this, Ye're nought but senseless asses, 0: Green grow, &c. |