SONG. Tune-MY NANNIE, Ο.' I. BEHIND yon hills where Lugar* flows, II. The westlin wind blaws loud an' shill ; III. * Originally, Stinchar, III. My Nannie's charming, sweet, an' young; Nae artfu' wiles to win ye, Q: May ill befa' the flattering tongue That wad beguile my Nannie, O. Her face is fair, her heart is true, As spotless as she's bonnie, O; The op'ning gowan, wet wi' dew, V. A country lad is my degree, An' few there be that ken me, 0; But what care I how few they be, VI. My riches a's my penny-fee, An' I maun guide it cannie, 0; But warl's gear ne'er troubles me, My thoughts are a' my Nannie, O. VII. Our auld Guidman delights to view His sheep an' kye thrive bonnie, O; But I'm as blythe that hauds his pleugh, VIII. Come weel come woe, I care na by, I'll tak what Heav'n will sen' me, 0; Nae ither care in life have I, But live, an' love my Nannie, О. GREEN GREEN GROW THE RASHES. A FRAGMENT. CHORUS. Green grow the rashes, 0; Green grow the rashes, 0; The sweetest hours that e'er I spent, I. THERE'S nought but care on ev'ry han In ev'ry hour that passes, O: What signifies the life o' man, An' 'twere na for the lasses, O. Green grow, &c. II. The warly race may riches chase, Green grow, &c. III. But gie me a canny hour at e'en, Green grow, &c. IV. For you sae douse, ye sneer at this, The wisest man the warl' e'er saw, Green grow, &c. V. |