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 Say, should disease or pain befall,

wilt thou assume the nurses care,

Nor wistful those gay scenes recall,

where thou wert fairest of the fair?

Oh ! Nanny, when thy love shall die

wilt thou receive his parting breath?

Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh,

and cheer with smiles the bed of death?

And wilt thou o'er his breathless elay

strew flowers, and drop the tender tear,

Nor then regret those scenes su gay,

where thou wert fairest of the fair?

O were I able to rehearse,

My ewie's praise in proper verse,

I'd Waw it out us loud and fierse,

As ever piper's drone could blaw.

The ewie wi' the crooked horn,

Weel deserved baith grass and corn,

Sio a ewie ne'er was born,

Here about, nor far awa'.

I neither needed tar nor keel,

To mark upo' her lip or heel;

Her crooked horn it did as well,

To keu ker by amo' them a'

The ewie, &c.

A better, nor a thriftier beast,

Nae honest man cou'd weel hae wist,