The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

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There fancy smooths her theme,
By the sweetly murmurin' stream,
And the rock-lodged echoes skim, down by yon burn-
side.
Now the plantin' taps are tinged wi' gowd on yon
burn-side,
And gloarain' draws her foggie shroud o'er yon burn-
side :
Far frae the noisy scene,
I'll through the fields alane
There we'll meet, my ain dear Jean ! down by yon
burn-side.
LUCKY NANSY.
MODERNISED BY LORD PRESIDENT FORBES.
Tune—Dainty Davie.
While fops, in saft Italian verse,
Ilk fair ane's een and breist rehearse
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While sangs abound, and wit is scarce,
These lines I have indited :
But neither darts nor arrows, here,
Venus nor Cupid, shall appear
Although with these fine sounds, I swear,
The maidens are delighted.
I was aye 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 the unmeaning name prefix,
Miranda, Cloe, Phillis
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