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May ill befa' the flattering 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 gowan, wat wi' dew,
Nae purer is than Nannie, O.

A country lad is my degree,
And few there be that ken me, O,
But what care I how few there be,
I'm welcome ay to Nannie, O.
My riches a's my penny fee,
And I maus guide it cannie, O;
But warl's gear ne'er troubles me,
My thoughts are a' my Nannie, O.

Our auld gudeman delights to view
His sheep and kye thrive, bonny, O;
But I'm as blythe that hauds his pleugh,
And has nae care but Nannie, O.
Come weel, come woe, I carena by,
I'll tak what Heav'n will sen' me, O;
Nae ither care in life hae I,
But live, and love my Nannie, O.

 

Divider from 'The Beauties of Burn's Poems' a chapbook printed in Falkirk in 1819

 

SONG.

Tune—Gilderoy.

From thee, Eliza, I must go,
And from my native shore:
The cruel Fates between us throw
A boundless ocean's roar!