My Nanie O (n.d., Stirling)/My Nanie O
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Divider from 'My Nanie O', an undated chapbook printed in Stirling
MY NANIE O.
Behind yon hill where Lugar flows,
mang moors and mosses many, O.
The wintry sun the day has clos'd,
and I'll awa to Name, O.
mang moors and mosses many, O.
The wintry sun the day has clos'd,
and I'll awa to Name, O.
The westlin wind blaws loud and shill:
The night's baith mirk and rainy, O.
But I'll get my plaid and out I'll steal,
and owre the hill to Nanie, O.
The night's baith mirk and rainy, O.
But I'll get my plaid and out I'll steal,
and owre the hill to Nanie, O.
My Nanie's charming sweet and young;
nae artful wiles to win ye, O:
May ill befa' the flattering tongue,
that wad beguile my Nanie O.
nae artful wiles to win ye, O:
May ill befa' the flattering tongue,
that wad beguile my Nanie O.
Her face is fair, her heart is true,
as spotless as she's bonny O.
The opening gowan wat wi' dew
nae purer is than Nanie, O.
as spotless as she's bonny O.
The opening gowan wat wi' dew
nae purer is than Nanie, O.
A country lad is my degree,
and few there be that ken me O.
But what care I how few there be,
I'm welcome ay to Nanie O.
and few there be that ken me O.
But what care I how few there be,
I'm welcome ay to Nanie O.
My riches, a's my penny fee,
and I maun guide it cannie, O
But warl's gear ne'er troubles me,
My thoughts are a' my Nanie, O.
and I maun guide it cannie, O
But warl's gear ne'er troubles me,
My thoughts are a' my Nanie, O.
Our auld gudeman delights to view,
his sheep and kye thrive bonny, O;
But I'm as blythe that hands his his pleugh,
And has nae care but Nanie, O.
his sheep and kye thrive bonny, O;
But I'm as blythe that hands his his pleugh,
And has nae care but Nanie, O.
Come weel, come wae, I carena by,
I'll tak what haven will send me, O.
Nae ither care in life hae't,
But live and love my Name, O.
I'll tak what haven will send me, O.
Nae ither care in life hae't,
But live and love my Name, O.