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But what care I how few they be,

I'm welcome ay to Nanie, 0,


My riches a's my penny-fee,

An' I maun guide it cannie, 0; But warl's gear ne'er troubles me,

My thoughts are a', my Nanie, O.


Our auld Guidman delights to view

His sheep an' kye thrive bonnie, O; But I'm as blythe that hauds his pleugh,

An' has nae care but Nanie, O.



Some weel come woe, I care na by,

I'll tak what Heav'n will sen' me, 0;
Jae ither care in life have I,
But live, an' love my Nanie, O.


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Green grow the rashes, 0);

Green grow the rashes, 0;
The sweetest hours that e'er I spent,

Are Spent amang the lases, O.

THERE's nought but care on ev'ry han’,

In ev'ry hour that passes, O:
What fignifies the life o' man,
An' 'twere na for the laffes, O.

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The warly race may riches chafe,

An' riches still may fly them, O;
An' tho' at last they catch them fast,
Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O.

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But gie me a canny hour at e'en,

My arms about my Dearie, O; An' warly cares, an’ warly men, May a' gae tapfalteerie, O!

Green grow, &c.

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For you fae douse, ye sneer at this, si Ye're nought but senseless affes, 0 :


The wisest Man the warl' e'er saw,
He dearly lov'd the lasses, O.'

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Auld Nature swears, the lovely Dears

Her noblest work she classes, O : Her prentice han' the try'd on man, An' then she made the lasses, O.

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