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May ill befa' the flattering tongue That wad beguile my Nannie, O. Her face is fair, her heart is true, As spotless as she's bonny, O; The op'ning gowan, wat wi' dew, Nae purer in 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 ay to Nannie, O. My riches a's my penny fee, And I maus 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 bye thrive, bonny, O; But I'm as blythe that hauds his pleugh, And has nae care but Nannie, O. Come weel, come woe, I carena by, I'll tak what Heav'n will sen' me, O; Nae ither care in life hae I, But live, and love my Nannie, O.
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TUNE-Gilderoy.
FROM thee, Eliza, I must go, And from my native shore: The cruel Fates between us throw A boundless ocean's roar!
