Robert Burns, 1794
Now in her green mantle blythe Nature arrays,|
And listens the lambkins that bleat o'er her braes;
While birds warble welcomes in ilka green shaw,
But to me it's delightless-my Nanie's awa.
2. The snawdrap and primrose our woodlands adorn,
3. Thou lav'rock that springs frae the dews of the lawn,|
The shepherd to warn o' the grey-breaking dawn,
And thou mellow mavis that hails the night-fa',
Give over for pity-my Nanie's awa.
4. Come Autumn, sae pensive, in yellow and grey,
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