Charming young Nancy/Charming Young Nancy

CHARMING YOUNG NANCY.

Some sings of sweet Molly,
some sings of sweet Nelly,
And some calls young Susan
the cause of their pain;
Some love to be jolly,
and some melancholy,
And some love to sing
of the humours of Glen:

But my chiefest fancy
is my dearest Nancy,
In venting my passion
I'll strive to be plain;
For ask no more treasure,
I'll seek no more pleasure,
But thou, my dear Nancy,
if ye were my ain.

For her beauty delights me,
her kindness invites me!
Her matchless behaviour
is free from all stain!
Her carriage is comely,
her language is homely;
Her dress is all dainty,
take it in the main.

Therefore, my dear jewel,
do not prove so cruel;
Consent my dear Nancy,
and come be my ain,
The whole of her face,
is, with blooming grace,
Array’d like the gowans
that grows in the glen.

For her yellow locks shining,
and beauty combining,
My charming young Nancy,
if ye were my ain!
She's well shaped and slender,
true hearted and tender:
My charming young Nancy
if ye were my ain!

For I’ll daut her with kisses;
and lovely embraces;
I’ll sing her sweet songs
with the strength of my brain;
Believe me, my deary,
I’ll still hold thee cheary,
My charming young Nancy
if ye were my ain.

For I’ll search all the nation
for a habitation,
To guard thee, my deary.
from cold, snow and rain:
Then you shall not sit single,
but by a good ingle
My charming young Nancy,
if ye were my ain!

For I’ll work at my calling,
to furnish a dwelling
With every thing needful,
thy life to sustain:
Therefore, my dear jewel,
do not prove cruel;
Consent, my dear Nancy,
and come be my ain.

I will have a garden,
my charming young maiden,
For fresh recreation,
to fright away pain;
To walk in when weary,
to comfort my deary.
My charming young Nancy
if ye were my ain.

I would make true affection
the only direction
for loving my Nancy,
while life doth remain.

Altho’ youth be wasting,
affection is lasting;
My charming young Nancy
if ye were my ain.

But what if my Nancy
should alter her fancy,
And favour another,
for honour and gain?
I would not compel her,
but plainly would tell her,
Begone you false Nancy,
ye's ne’er be my ain.