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My breist can scarce conteen my heart,
When, dancin', she moves finely, O ;
I guess what heaven is by her eyes,
They sparkle sae divinely, O :
My Nanie, O, my Nanie, O !
The flower o' Nithisdale's Nanie, O !
Love looks frae 'neath her lang brown hair,
And says I dwell wi' Nanie, O.
Tell not, thou star at gi'ey day-licht,
O'er Tinwald-tap sae bonnie, O,
My fitsteps 'mang the mornin' dew.
When comin' frae my Nanie, O :
My Nanie, O, my Nanie, O I
Nane ken o' me and Nanie, O I
The stars and mune may tell't abune,
They winna wrang my Nanie, O.
WE'RE A' NODDIN.
Tune — Nid noddin.
O, we're a' noddin, nid, nid, noddin,
O, we're a' noddin, at our house at hame.
How's a' wi' ye, kimmer ? and how do ye thrive ?
And how mony bairns hae ye now ? — Bairns I hae five.
And are they a' at hame wi' you ? — Na, na, na ;
For twa o' them's been herdin' sin' Jamie gaed awa.
And we're a' noddin, nid, nid, noddin ;
And we're a' noddin at our house at hame.
Grannie nods i' the neuk, and fends as she may,
And brags that we'll ne'er be what she's been in her dav.
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