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Where friendship dwells and freedom reigns,
Where heather blooms and moor-cocks craw,
O dig my grave, and lay my bones,
Amang the hills o’ Gallowa.
OH NANNY WILT THOU FLY WITH ME.
Oh Nanny, wilt thou fly with me,
nor sigh to leave the charming town,
Can silent glens have charms for thee,
the lowly cote and russet gown.
No longer drest in silken sheen,
no longer deck'd with jewels rare?
Say, canst thou quit the busy scene,
where thou wert fairest of the fair.
Where thou art fairest, where thou art fairest
where thou wert fairest of the fair.
Oh Nanny when thou'rt far awa,
do thou not cast a wish behind?
Say, canst thou face the flaky snaw,
nor shrink before the warping wind,
O can that saft and gentlest mien,
severest hardships learn to bear,
Nor, sad regret each courtly scene,
