SONG. (TO THE SCOTCH AIR OF “MY NANNY O.”) Joanna Baillie Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Baillie, Joanna, 1762-1851. Fugitive Verses. By Joanna Baillie, author of “Dramas on the Passions,“ etc. London Edward Moxon, Dover Street. MDCCCXL. 1840 pp. 138-139.

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SONG . ( TO THE SCOTCH AIR OF “ MY NANNY O. ” ) WI' lang-legged Tam the bruise I tried , Though best o' foot , what wan he o ? The first kiss of the blouzing bride , But I the heart of Nanny o . Like swallow wheeling round her tower , Like rock-bird round her cranny o , Sinsyne I hover near her bower , And list and look for Nanny o . I'm nearly wild , I'm nearly daft , Wad fain be douce , but canna' o ; There's ne'er a Laird of muir or craft , Sa blithe as I wi' Nanny o . She's sweet , she's young , she's fair , she's good , The brightest maid of many o , Though a' the world our love withstood , I'd woo and win my Nanny o . Her angry mither scalds sa loud , And darkly glooms her granny o ; But think they he can e'er be cow'd , Wha loves and lives for Nanny o ? The spae-wife on my loof that blink't Is but a leeing ranny o , For weel kens she my fate is link't In spite of a' to Nanny o .