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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.
Come Autumn, sae pensive, in yellow and grey, / And soothe me wi' tidings o' Nature's decay: / The dark, dreary Winter, and wild-driving snaw / Alane can delight me-now Nanie's awa.