Braes of Birniebouzle (1820, Edinburgh)/Nan of Logie Green

by Anonymous

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NAN OF LOGIE GREEN.

By pleasure long infected.
Kind heaven when least expected
My devious path directed
to Nan of Logie green;
Where thousand sweets repose 'em
In quiet's unruffled bosom,

I found my peerless blossom,
the pride of Logie green.

The city Belle, perchance, ay,
Will blame my youthful fancy,
But she ne’er saw my Nancy
the pride of Logie green.
Her cheek the vermeil rose is,
Her smile a heaven discloses,
No lily leaf that blows is,
so fair on Logie green.

Ye town-bred fair forgive me,
Your arms must ne'er receive me.
Your charms are all believe me
eclipsed on Logie green.
Forgive my passion tender.
Heaven so much grace did lend her,
And made my heart surrender
to Nan of Logie green.

No more the town delights me,
Its noisy tumult frights me.
I’ll go where love invites me,
to Nan of Logie green.
My heart shall ne'er deceive her,
I ne'er in life shall leave her,
In love end peace forever,
we’ll live on Logie green.

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