My Nannie, O.
by Robert Burns
Behind yon hills, where Lugar flows,
'Mang moors an' mosses many, O,
The wintry sun the day has clos'd,
And I'll awa to Nannie, O.
The westlin' wind blaws loud an' shill;
The night's baith mirk and rainy, O;
But I'll get my plaid, an' out I'll steal,
An' owre the hill to Nannie, O.
My Nannie's charming, sweet, an' young;
Nae artfu' 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 as she's bonnie, O:
The op'ning gowan, wat wi' dew,
Nae purer is than Nannie, O.
A country lad is my degree,
An' few there be that ken me, O;
But what care I how few they be?
I'm welcome aye to Nannie, O.
My riches a's my penny-fee,
An' I maun guide it cannie, O;
But warl's gear ne'er troubles me,
My thoughts are a' my Nannie, O.
Our auld guidman delights to view
His sheep an' kye thrive bonnie, O;
But I'm as blythe that hands his pleugh,
An' has nae care but Nannie, O.
Come weel, come woe, I care na by,
I'll tak' what Heav'n will sen' me, O;
Nae ither care in life have I,
But live, an' love my Nannie, O.
Notes to the poem:
This has been termed the finest love song in any language. The poet's father lived to read and admire it. The heroine of it was Agnes (Scotice, Nannie) Flemming, at one time a servant with the poet's friend, Gavin Hamilton. She died unmarried at an advanced age - surely no fit destiny for one who had been the subject of such a strain.
Tune: "My Nannie, O."
Source:The Poetical Works Of Robert Burns
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