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 The opening gowan, wat wi' dew,
 * Nae purer is than Nannie, O.

A country lad is my degree,
 * And few there be that ken me, O;

But what care I how few there be?
 * I'm welcome aye to Nannie, O.

My riches a's my penny fee,
 * And I maun guide it cannie; O;

But warl's gear ne'er troubles me,
 * My thoughts are a' my Nannie, O.

Our auld gudeman delights to view,
 * His sheep and kye thrive bonnie, O;

But I'm as blythe that hauds his pleugh,
 * And has nae care but Nannie, O.

Come weel, come wae, I carena by,
 * I'll tak what Heaven will send me, O;

Nae ither care in life hae I,
 * But live and love my Nannie, O.

lone amang the Highland hills,
 * Midst Nature's wildest grandeur,

By rocky dens, and woody glens,
 * With weary steps I wander.

The langsome way, the darksome day;
 * The mountain-mist sae rainy,