The wintry sun the day has clos’d,
And I’ll awa to Nanie, O.
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 hill to Nanie, O.
My Nanie’s charming, sweet, an’ young;
Nae artfu’ 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 bonie, O:
The op’ning gowan, wat wi’ dew,
Nae purer is than Nanie, O.
A country lad is my degree,
An’ few there be that ken me, O;
But what care I how few they be,
I’m welcome aye to Nanie, O.
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 Nanie, O.
Our auld guidman delights to view
His sheep an’ kye thrive bonie, O;
But I’m as blythe that hands his pleugh,
An’ has nae care but Nanie, O.
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 Nanie, O
The wintry sun the day has clos’d,
And I’ll awa to Nannie, O.
The westlin wind blaws loud and shill;
The night’s baith mirk an’ rainy, O;
But I’ll get my plaid, an’ out I’ll steal,
An’ owre the hills to Nannie, O.
My Nannie’s charming, sweet, an’ young:
Nae artfu’ wiles to Will ye, O:
May ill befa’ the flattering tongue
That wad beguile my Nannie, O.
Her face is fair, her heart is true,
She’s spotless as she’s bonnie, O:
The op’ning gowan, wet wi’ dew,
Nae purer is than Nannie, O.
A country lad is my degree,
And few there be that ken me, O;
But what care I how few they be
I’m welcome aye to Nannie, O.
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.
Our auld guidman delights to view
His sheep and kye thrive bonnie, O;
But I’m as blythe that hauds his pleugh,
An’ has nae care but Nannie, O.
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.
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The wintry sun the day has clos’d,
And I’ll awa to Nannie, O.
The westlin wind blaws loud and shill;
The night’s baith mirk an’ rainy, O;
But I’ll get my plaid, an’ out I’ll steal,
An’ owre the hills to Nannie, O.
My Nannie’s charming, sweet, an’ young:
Nae artfu’ wiles to Will ye, O:
May ill befa’ the flattering tongue
That wad beguile my Nannie, O.
Her face is fair, her heart is true,
She’s spotless as she’s bonnie, O:
The op’ning gowan, wet wi’ dew,
Nae purer is than Nannie, O.
A country lad is my degree,
And few there be that ken me, O;
But what care I how few they be
I’m welcome aye to Nannie, O.
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.
Our auld guidman delights to view
His sheep and kye thrive bonnie, O;
But I’m as blythe that hauds his pleugh,
An’ has nae care but Nannie, O.
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.