SONG. Tune MY NANNIE, O.' I. BEHIND yon hills where Lugar* flows, II. The westlin wind blaws loud an' shill; III. * Originally, Stinchar, III. My Nannie's charming, sweet, an' young; IV. Her face is fair, her heart is true, An' few there be that ken me, 0; But what care I how few they be, I'm welcome ay to Nannie, O. VI. My riches a's my penny-fee, VII. Our auld Guidman delights to view VIII. Come weel come woe, I care na by, But live, an' love my Nannie, O. GREEN GREEN GROW THE RASHES. A FRAGMENT. CHORUS. Green grow the rashes, O; Green grow the rashes, 0; The sweetest hours that e'er I spent, I. THERE'S nought but care on ev'ry han Green grow, &c. II. The warly race may riches chase, III. But gie me a canny hour at e'en, IV. Green grow, &c. For you sae douse, ye sneer at this, Ye're nought but senseless asses, 0: Green grow, &c. V. |