Irish wedding (1)/My Nannie O
MY NANNIE O.
Behind yon hills where Lugar flows,
'Maug moors and mosses many O:
"The wintry sun the day has clos'd,
An' I'll away to Nannie O.
The westlin wind blaws loud and shril,
The night baith dark and (illegible text)loy O,
But I'll get my plaid and out I'll steal,
And o'er the hill to Nannie, O.
My Nannie's charming fair and young
Nae artfu' wiles to win me O,
May ill befs' the flatt ring tongue,
That wad beguile my Nannie, O:
Her face is fair, her heart is true;
As spotless as she's bonny O:
The op'ning (illegible text)owan wet wi' dew,
Nae purer is than Nannie, O.
A country lad is my degree,
And few ⟨there⟩ be than ken me O,
But what care I how ⟨few⟩ they be,
I'm welcome ay to Nannie O:
My riches a'a my penny (illegible text)e
And I maun guide it canni- O;
But warld's gear ne'er troubles ⟨me⟩,
My thoughts are a' my Nannie O;
Our ⟨auld⟩ gudeman delights to view,
His sheep and ky(illegible text) thrive bonny O;
But I'm a(illegible text) blythe (illegible text)at hauds his plough,
And has nae care but Nannie ⟨O⟩.
Come weel, come wae, I care na by,
I'll tak what heaven will send me 0,
Nae ithur care in life hae I,
But live, and love my Nannie, O.