Injured fair (1)/Nanny of the hill

NANNY of the HILL.

ASSIST me, ev'ry tuneful bard,
oh lend me all your skill;
In choicest lays, that I may praise,
sweet Nanny of the hill,
sweet Nanny of the hill.

How gay the glitt'ring beam of more,
that gilds the crystal rill!
But far more bright than morning light,
shines Nanny of the hill.Dear, etc.

The gayest flower, so fair of late,
the ev'ning damps will kill;
But every day more fresh and gay;
blooms Nanny of the hill,blooms, etc.

Old Time arrests his rapid flight,
and keeps his motion still,
Resolved to spare a face so fair,
as Nanny of the hill.as Nanny, etc.

To form my Charmer, Nature has
exerted all her skill,
Wit, Beauty, Truth and rosy Youth,
deck Nanny of the hill.deck, etc.

And now around the festive board,
the jovial bumper fill.
Each take his glass to my dear lass,
sweet Nanny of the hill.Dear, etc.

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GLASGOW
Printed by J. and M.Robertson, Saltmarket, 1802