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The Song Book
Her face is fair, her heart is true,
As spotless as she's bonie, O : The op'ning gowan, wat wi' dew,
Nae purer is than Nanie, 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 Nanie, 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 Nanie, O.
Our auld Guidman delights to view
His sheep an' kye thrive bonie, O ; But I'm as blithe that hauds his pleugh,
An' has nae care but Nanie, 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 Nanie, O.
Words by Burns.
Tune My Nanie, O.