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4 The Scotch Shepherd.

Behind yon hill where Stinchar flows, many moons and masses many O; The wintry sun the day has clos'd, and I'll awa to Nannie O:

The whistling wind blows loud and shrill, the nights baith mirk and rainy O; But I'll get my plaid, and out I'll steal, and o'er the hill to Nannie O.

My Nannie's charming sweet and young, nae artful 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 at she's bonny O; The opening gowan wet wi' dew, nae purer is than Nannie O.

A country lad is my degree, an few they be that ken me O; But what care I how few they be, I'm welcome to my Nannie O;

My riches a's my penny fee, and I maun guide it cannie O; But wardly gear ne'er troubles me, My thoughts are a' my Nannie O.