
Nanie is awa, and the speaker finds nae pleasure in the green braes, flowers or birdsang. The speaker asks the birds tae stop and autumn tae come, saying that only dreary winter and snaw can bring delight.
By Robert Burns · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Love Poetry · 206 words
Tune-"There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame."
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.
The snawdrap and primrose our woodlands adorn, / And violetes bathe in the weet o' the morn; / They pain my sad bosom, sae sweetly they blaw, / They mind me o' Nanie-and Nanie's awa.
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.
luve · langing · absence · birdsang · flowers · winter
My Nanie's Awa is listed on Textopian as a poem by Robert Burns, dated Date unknown.
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