with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns
with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns
190 LUCKY NANSIE. While fops in soft Italian verse, Ilk fair ane's een and breast rehearse, While sangs abound and scene is scarce, These lines I have indited But neither darts nor arrows here, Venus nor Cupid shall appear. And yet with these fine sounds I swear, The maidens are delited. I was ay telling you Lucky Nansy, Lucky Nansy, Auld springs wad ding the new^ But ye wad never trow me. Nor snaw with crimson will I mix, • To spread upon my lassie's cheeks And syne th' unmeaning name prefix, Miranda, Chloe, or Phillis. I'll fetch nae simile frae Jove, My height of extasy to prove, Nor sighing,— thus— present my love With roses eke and liHes. I was ay telling you, 8fc. : ;
191 But stay,—I had amaist forgot My mistress and my sang to boot, And that's an mico' faut I wate But Nansy, 'tis nae matter. Ye see I chnk my verse wi' rhime. And ken ye, that atones the crime Forby, how sweet my numbers chime^ And sUde away Hke water. I was ay telling you, S^c, : ; ; ; Now ken, my reverend sonsy fair. Thy runkled cheeks and lyart hair, Thy haff shut een and hodHug air, Are a' my passion's fewel. Nae skyring gowk, my dear, can see, Or love, or grace, or heaven in thee Yet thou hast charms anew for me, Then smile, and be na cruel. Leez me on thy snawy pow, Lucky Nansy, Lucky Nansyj Dryest wood will eithest low. And Nansy sae will ye now. Troth I have sung the sang to you, Which ne'er anither bard wad do
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191<br />
But stay,—I had amaist forgot<br />
My mistress <strong>and</strong> my sang to boot,<br />
And that's an mico' faut I wate<br />
But Nansy, 'tis nae matter.<br />
Ye see I chnk my verse wi' rhime.<br />
And ken ye, that atones the crime<br />
For<strong>by</strong>, how sweet my numbers chime^<br />
And sUde away Hke water.<br />
I was ay telling you, S^c,<br />
: ;<br />
; ;<br />
Now ken, my reverend sonsy fair.<br />
Thy runkled cheeks <strong>and</strong> lyart hair,<br />
Thy haff shut een <strong>and</strong> hodHug air,<br />
Are a' my passion's fewel.<br />
Nae skyring gowk, my dear, can see,<br />
Or love, or grace, or heaven in thee<br />
Yet thou hast charms anew for me,<br />
Then smile, <strong>and</strong> be na cruel.<br />
Leez me on thy snawy pow,<br />
Lucky Nansy, Lucky Nansyj<br />
Dryest wood will eithest low.<br />
And Nansy sae will ye now.<br />
Troth I have sung the sang to you,<br />
Which ne'er anither bard wad do
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