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Robert Burns - My Nannie, O
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Behind yon hills, where Lugar flows,
     `Mang moors an` mosses many, O,
The wintry sun the day has clos`d,
     And I`ll awa to Nannie, O.

The westlin wind blaws loud and shill;
     The night`s baith mirk an` rainy, O;
But I`ll get my plaid, an` out I`ll steal,
     An` owre the hills to Nannie, O.

My Nannie`s charming, sweet, an` young:
     Nae artfu` wiles to Will ye, O:
May ill befa` the flattering tongue
     That wad beguile my Nannie, O.

Her face is fair, her heart is true,
     She`s 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,
     And few there be that ken me, O;
But what care I how few they 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 blythe that hauds his pleugh,
     An` has nae care but Nannie, O.

Come weel, come woe, I care na 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.
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