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The Scotch Shepherd.
Behind yon hill where Stinchar flows,
many moons and masses many O;
The wintry sun the day has clos'd,
and I'll awa to Nannie O:
The whistling wind blows loud and shrill,
the nights baith mirk and rainy O;
But I'll get my plaid, and out I'll steal,
and o'er the hill to Nannie O.
My Nannie's charming sweet and young,
nae artful wiles to win ye O;
May ill befa' the flattering tongue,
that wad beguile my Nannie O;
Her face is fair, her heart is true,
as spotless at she's bonny O;
The opening gowan wet wi' dew,
nae purer is than Nannie O.
A country lad is my degree,
an few they be that ken me O;
But what care I how few they be,
I'm welcome to my Nannie O;
My riches a's my penny fee,
and I maun guide it cannie O;
But wardly gear ne'er troubles me,
My thoughts are a' my Nannie O.
