Some sings of sweet Molly,some sings of sweet Nelly;And some calls young Susanthe cause of their pain;Some love to be jolly,and some melancholy,And some love to singof the Humours of Glen:But my chiefest fancyis my dearest Nancy,In venting my passionI’ll strive to be plain:For I ask no more treasure,I'll seek no more pleasureBut thou, my dear Nancy,if ye were my ain.
For her beauty delights me,her kindness invites me!Her matchless behaviouris free from all stain!Her carriage is comely,her language is homely;Her dress is all dainty,take it in the main:Therefore, my dear jewel,do not prove so cruel;Consent, my dear Nancy,and come be my ain.
The whole of her face,is, with blooming grace,Array'd like the gowansthat grows in the glen:For her yellow locks shining,and beauty combining;My charming young Nancyif ye were my ain!She's well shaped and slender,true hearted and tender:My charming young Nancyif ye were my ain!
For I'll daut her with kisses,and lovely embraces;I'll sing her sweet songswith the strength of my brain;Believe me, my deary,I'll still hold thee cheary,My charming young Nancyif ye were my ain.For I’ll search all the nationfor a habitation.To guard thee, my deary,from cold snow, and rain:Then you shall not sit single,but by a good ingle.My charming young Nancy,if ye were my ain!
For I’ll work at my calling,to furnish a dwellingWith every thing needful,thy life to sustain:Therefore, my dear jewel,do not prove cruel;Consent, my dear Nancy,and come be my ain.
I will have a garden,my charming young maiden,For fresh recreation,to fright away pain;To walk in when weary,to comfort my deary,My charming young Nancy,if ye were my ain.I would make true affectionthe only directionFor loving my Nancy,while life doth remain.
Altho' youth be wasting,affection is lastingMy charming young Nancyif ye were my ain.But what if my Nancyshould alter her fancy,And favour another,for honour and gain?would not compel her,but plainly would tell her,Begone you false Nancy,ye'r ne’er be my ain.
