My Nanie's Awa |
Robert Burns, 1794
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.
2. The snawdrap and primrose our woodlands adorn, | 3. 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.
4. Come Autumn, sae pensive, in yellow and grey, |