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My Nannie’s charming, sweet and young;
nae artfu’ wiles to win ye, O:
May ill beta’ the flatt’ring tongue
that wad beguile my Nannie, O
Her lace is fair, her heart is true,
as 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,
an’ 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,
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 blithe that hands his pleugh,
an’ hae nae care but Nannie, O.
Come weel, come woe, I care nae 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
Willie Brew'd a Peck o’ Maut
O WILLIE brew'd a peck o' maut,
and Rob and Allen cam to pree;
Three blither hearts, that lee-lang night
ve and na find in Christendie
