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The following Songs were all done at a very early
period of life and consequently are incorrect.-
A Song. - Tune, My Nanie O
Behind yon hills where Stinsiar flows,
Many moors an' mosses many, O;
The Sun the wintry day has clos'd,
And I'll awa to Nanie, O.
The following Songs were all done at a very early
period of life and consequently are incorrect.-
A Song. - Tune, My Nanie O
Behind yon hills where Stinsiar flows,
Many moors an' mosses many, O;
The Sun the wintry day has clos'd,
And I'll awa to Nanie, O.
2.
The westlin wind blaws loud an' shilt,
The night's baith dark an' rainy, O;
But I'll get my plaid an' out I'll steal,
An' owre the hill to Nanie, O.
3.
My Nanie's charming, sweet an' young;
Nae artfu' wiles to win ye, O:
May ill befa' the flatt'ring tongue
That would beguile my Nanie, O.
4.
Her face is fair, her heart is true;
As spotless as she's bonie,
The opning gowan, wet wi' dew,
Nae purer is than Nanie, O.
5.
A country lad is my degree,
An' few there be that ken me, O.
But what care I how few they be,
I'm welcome ay to Nanie, O.
6.
My riches a 's my penny fee,
An' I maun guide it canie, O;
But warld's gear ne'er troubles me,
My thoughts are a', my Nanie, O.
The westlin wind blaws loud an' shilt,
The night's baith dark an' rainy, O;
But I'll get my plaid an' out I'll steal,
An' owre the hill to Nanie, O.
3.
My Nanie's charming, sweet an' young;
Nae artfu' wiles to win ye, O:
May ill befa' the flatt'ring tongue
That would beguile my Nanie, O.
4.
Her face is fair, her heart is true;
As spotless as she's bonie,
The opning gowan, wet wi' dew,
Nae purer is than Nanie, O.
5.
A country lad is my degree,
An' few there be that ken me, O.
But what care I how few they be,
I'm welcome ay to Nanie, O.
6.
My riches a 's my penny fee,
An' I maun guide it canie, O;
But warld's gear ne'er troubles me,
My thoughts are a', my Nanie, O.
7.
Our Guidman delights to view
His sheep an' kye thrive bonie, O;
But I'm as blythe that hands his plough,
An' has nae care but Nanie, O.
8.
Come weel, come woe, I care na by;
I'll tak what Heav'n will fin' me, O:
Nae other care in life have I,
But live an' love my Nanie, O.
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Our Guidman delights to view
His sheep an' kye thrive bonie, O;
But I'm as blythe that hands his plough,
An' has nae care but Nanie, O.
8.
Come weel, come woe, I care na by;
I'll tak what Heav'n will fin' me, O:
Nae other care in life have I,
But live an' love my Nanie, O.
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Key details
- Archive number
- NTS/02/25/BRN/02/182
- Alt. number
- 3.6275.d
- Date
- 1786
- On display
- No
- Creator
- Burns, Robert (Author)
- Recipient
- Stewart, Mrs Alexander
Archive information
Themes
Hierarchy
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Robert Burns, collection of poems and songs
(
a sub-fonds is a subdivision in the archival material)
- My Nanie O