A'body's like to be married but me/My nannie, O
MY NANNIE, O,
Behind yon hills where Lugar flows,
'Mang moors and mosses many, O,
the wintry sun the day has clos'd,
And I'll awa to Nannie, O.
The westlin wind blaws loud and shrill;
The night's baith mirk and rainy, O;
But I'll get my plaid, and out I'll steal,
And o'er the hill to Nannie, O.
My Nannie's charming, sweet, and young
Nae artfu' wiles to win
May ill befa' the flattering tongue
The wad beguile my Nannie, O.
Her face is fair, her hear is true,
As spotless as she's bonnie, O;
The opening gowan, wat 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 there be?
I'm welcome aye to Nannie, 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 Nannie, O.
Our auld gudeman delights to view,
His sheep and kye thrive bonnie, O;
But I'm as blythe that hauds his pleugh,
And has nae care but Nannie, O.
Come weel, come wae, I carena by,
I'll tak what Heaven will send me, O;
Nae ither care in life hae I,
But live and love my Nannie, O.