My Nannie's charming, sweet, an' young: May ill befa' the flattering tongue Her face is fair, her heart is true, 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 Nannie, O My riches a' 's my penny-fee, An' I maun guide it cannie, 0; Our auld guidman delights to view His sheep an' kye thrive bonie, O; But I'm as blithe that hauds his pleugh, An' has nae care but Nannie, O. Come weal, come wo, I care na by, Nae ither care in life have I, But live an' love my Nannie, O. GREEN GROW THE RASHES. A FRAGMENT. CHORUS. GREEN grow the rashes, O! There's nought but care on ev'ry han', The warly race may riches chase, But gie me a cannie hour at e'en, For you sae douse, ye sneer at this, Ye're nought but senseless asses, O; The wisest man the warl' e'er saw, He dearly lov'd the lasses, O. Auld Nature swears the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O; Her 'prentice han' she tried on man, An' then she made the lasses, O. Green grow, &c. THE HIGHLAND LASSIE. NAE gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair, CHORUS. Within the glen sae bushy, 0, Oh, were yon hill and vallies mine, I bear my Highland lassie, O. Within, &c. But fickle fortune frowns on me, But while the crimson currents flow, Altho' thro' foreign climes I range, Within, &c. For her I'll dare the billows' roar, Within, &c. She has my heart, she has my hand, Farewell the glen sae bushy, O ANNA. TUNE — “Banks of Bana." YESTREEN I had a pint o' wine, The hungry Jew, in wilderness, Ye monarchs, take the east and west, Gie me within my straining grasp Then I'll despise imperial charms, Awa, thou flaunting god of day. Ilk star gae hide thy twinkling ray Come, in thy raven plumage, Night! |