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5 My Nannie’s charming, sweet and young; nae artfu’ wiles to win ye, O: May ill beta’ the flatt’ring tongue that wad beguile my Nannie, O

Her lace is fair, her heart is true, as spotless as she’s bonnie, O; The op’ning gowan, wet 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 there 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 and kye thrive bonnie, O; But I’m as blithe that hands his pleugh, an’ hae nae care but Nannie, O.

Come weel, come woe, I care nae 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

Willie Brew'd a Peck o’ Maut

O WILLIE brew'd a peck o' maut, and Rob and Allen cam to pree; Three blither hearts, that lee-lang night ve and na find in Christendie