The Book of Scottish Song/O Nancy's hair

O Nancy’s hair.

[To an old Border melody.]

Oh Nancy's hair is yellow like gowd,
An' her een, like the lift, are blue;
Her face is the image o' heavenly luve,
An' her heart is leal and true.

The innocent smile that plays on her cheek,
Is like the dawning morn;
An' the red, red blush, that across it flees,
Is sic as the rose ne'er has worn.

If it's sweet to see the flickerin' smile
Licht up her sparklin' e'e,
Its holier far to see it dimm'd
Wi' the gushin' tear's saut tree.

'Twas na for a faithless luve's fause vows,
Nor a brither upo' the wave,
That I saw them fa'—no, they were drapt
On an aged father's grave.

Though joy may dimple her bonnie mou',
An' daftin' may banish care,
In nae blythsome mood, nor hour o' bliss,
Will these een e'er glint sae fair.

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