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Her carriage is comely,
her language is homely;
Her dress is all dainty,
take it in the main:
Therefore, my dear jewel,
do not prove so cruel;
Consent, my dear Nancy,
and come be my ain.

The whole of her face,
is, with blooming grace,
Array'd like the gowans
that grows in the glen:
For her yellow locks shining,
and beauty combining;
My charming young Nancy
if ye were my ain!
She's well shaped and slender,
true hearted and tender:
My charming young Nancy
if ye were my ain!

For I'll daut her with kisses,
and lovely embraces;
I'll sing her sweet songs
with the strength of my brain;
Believe me, my deary,
I'll still hold thee cheary,
My charming young Nancy
if ye were my ain.