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George MacDonald - Nannie Braw
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I like ye weel upo Sundays, Nannie,
I` yer goon and yer ribbons and a`;
But I like ye better on Mondays, Nannie,
Whan ye`re no sae buskit and braw.

For whan we`re sittin sae douce, Nannie,
Wi` the lave o` the worshippin fowk,
That aneth the haly hoose, Nannie,
Ye micht hear a moudiwarp howk,

It will come into my heid, Nannie,
O` yer braws ye are thinkin a wee;
No alane o` the Bible-seed, Nannie,
Nor the minister nor me!

Syne hame athort the green, Nannie,
Ye gang wi` a toss o` yer chin;
And there walks a shadow atween `s, Nannie,
A dark ane though it be thin!

But noo, whan I see ye gang, Nannie,
Eident at what`s to be dune,
Liltin a haiveless sang, Nannie,
I wud kiss yer verra shune!

Wi` yer silken net on yer hair, Nannie,
I` yer bonnie blue petticoat,
Wi` yer kin`ly arms a` bare, Nannie,
On yer ilka motion I doat.

For, oh, but ye`re canty and free, Nannie,
Airy o` hert and o` fit!
A star-beam glents frae yer ee, Nannie—
O` yersel ye`re no thinkin a bit!

Fillin the cogue frae the coo, Nannie,
Skimmin the yallow ream,
Pourin awa the het broo, Nannie,
Lichtin the lampie`s leme,

Turnin or steppin alang, Nannie,
Liftin and layin doon,
Settin richt what`s aye gaein wrang, Nannie,
Yer motion`s baith dance and tune!

I` the hoose ye`re a licht and a law, Nannie,
A servan like him `at`s abune:
Oh, a woman`s bonniest o` a`, Nannie,
Doin what maun be dune!

Cled i` yer Sunday claes, Nannie,
Fair kythe ye to mony an ee;
But cled i` yer ilka-day`s, Nannie,
Ye draw the hert frae me!
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