The Linnet (1819, Falkirk)/Nan o' Logie-Green
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Nan of Logie-Green.
By pleasure long infected,Kind Heaven, when least expected,My devious path directedTo Nan of Logie-green;Where thousand sweets repose 'em;In quiet's unruffled bosom,I found my peerless blossem,The pride of Logie-green.
The city Belle. perchance, ay Will blame my youthful fancy,But she ne'er saw my Nancy,The pride of Logie-green:Her cheek the vermeil rose is,Her smile a Heaven discloses,No lily-leaf that blew is So fair on Logie-green.
Ye town-bred fair forgive me,Your arms must ne'er leave me,Your charms are all. believe me,Eclips'd in Logie-green.Forgive my passions tender,Heaven so much grace did lend her,And made my heart surrender To Nan of Logie-green,
No more the town delights me,Its noisy tumult frights me.I'll go where love invites me,To Nan of Logie-green.My heart shall ne'er deceive her,I ne'er in life shall leave her;In love and peace for everWe'll live in Logie-green.
