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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.
THE LASS O' ARRANTEENIE.
Far lone amang the Highland hills,
Midst Nature's wildest grandeur,
By rocky dens, and woody glens,
With weary steps I wander.
The langsome way, the darksome day;
The mountain-mist sae rainy,
