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Our auld gudeman delights to view,
His sheep and kye thrive bonnie, O;
But I'm as blythe that hauds his pleugh,
And has nae care but Nannie, O.
Come weel, come wae, I carena by,
I'll tak what Heaven will send me, O;
Nae ither care in life hae I,
But live and love my Nannie, O.
His sheep and kye thrive bonnie, O;
But I'm as blythe that hauds his pleugh,
And has nae care but Nannie, O.
Come weel, come wae, I carena by,
I'll tak what Heaven will send me, O;
Nae ither care in life hae I,
But live and love my Nannie, O.
THE LASS O' ARRANTEENIE.
Tune—"I had a horse.
Far lone amang the Highland hills,
'Midst Nature's wildest grandeur,
By rocky dens, and woody glens,
With weary steps I wander.
The langsome way, the darksome day,
The mountain-mist sae rainy,
Are nought to me when gaun to thee,
Sweet lass o' Arranteenie!
'Midst Nature's wildest grandeur,
By rocky dens, and woody glens,
With weary steps I wander.
The langsome way, the darksome day,
The mountain-mist sae rainy,
Are nought to me when gaun to thee,
Sweet lass o' Arranteenie!
You mossy rose-bud down the howe,
Just op'ning fresh and bonnie,
It blinks beneath the hazle bough,
An's scarcely seen by onie:
Sae sweet, amidst her native hills,
Obscurely blooms my Jeanie;
Mair fair an' gay than rosy May,
The flow'r o' Arranteenie.
Just op'ning fresh and bonnie,
It blinks beneath the hazle bough,
An's scarcely seen by onie:
Sae sweet, amidst her native hills,
Obscurely blooms my Jeanie;
Mair fair an' gay than rosy May,
The flow'r o' Arranteenie.
