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DAYIDSON'S UNIVERSAL MELODIST.
MY NANNIE, O.
The Poetry by Burns ; the iMusic as sung by Mr. Wilson.
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Be - hind yon hills, where Lu - gar flows, 'Mang muirs and mos - ses ma - ny
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Ol the win- try sun the day has clos'd, And I'll a - wa'
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west-lin' wind blaws loud and shrill ; The night's baith mirk and rai-ny, O! But I'll
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get my phiid, and out I'll steal, And o'er the hills to Nan - nie, 1
My Nannie's charmin', sweet, and young ;
Nae artfu' wiles to win ye, O !
May ill befa' the flatterin' tongue
That wad beguile my Nannie, O !
Her face is fair, her heart is true.
As spotless as she's bonnie, O !
The openin' 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.
And I maun guide it cannie, O !
But warld's gear ne'er troubles me, —
My thochts are a' my Nannie, O !
Onr auld gudeman delights to view
His sheep and kye thrive bonnie, O !
But I'm as blythe, that hands his plou',
And has nae care but Nannie, O 1
Come weel, come wae, I carena by ; —
I'll tak what Heav'n will send me, O !
Nae other care in life hae I,
But live and love my Nannie, O I
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THE GABERLUNZIE MAN.
Said to have been written by King James the Fifth.
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The paw-ky auld carle came o'er the lea, Wi' mo - ny
jood-eeus and days to
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me ; Say'n, 'Gudewife, for your cour-te-sie. Will ye Irdge a sil - ly poor man?'
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The night was cauld, the carle was wat. And down a-yont the in-gle he sat; My
dough -ter's shou-thers he'gan to clap, And loud ly ran - ted and san^.
'O wow!' quo' he, 'were I as free
As first when I saw this countrie,
How blythe and merry wad I be 1
And I wad ne'er think lang.'
He grew canty, she grew fain,
But little did her auld minny ken
What thir slee twa together were sayins
Wheft wooing thev were sae thrwig
'And O !' quo' he, 'an' ye were as blacl
As e'er the crown o' my daddie's hat,
On a' my kin I'd turn my back,
And awa wi' thee I'd gang.'
'And O !' quo' she, ' were I as white,
As e'er the snaw lay on the dyke,
I'd cleid me braw and lady-like.
And awa wi' thee I'd gang.'