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| RED rowes the Nith ’tween bank and brae, | |
| Mirk is the night and rainie-o, | |
| Though heaven and earth should mix in storm, | |
| I ’ll gang and see my Nanie-o; | |
| My Nanie-o, my Nanie-o; | 5 |
| My kind and winsome Nanie-o, | |
| She holds my heart in love’s dear bands, | |
| And nane can do ’t but Nanie-o. | |
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| In preaching time sae meek she stands, | |
| Sae saintly and sae bonnie-o, | 10 |
| I cannot get ae glimpse of grace, | |
| For thieving looks at Nanie-o; | |
| My Nanie-o, my Nanie-o; | |
| The world ’s in love with Nanie-o; | |
| That heart is hardly worth the wear | 15 |
| That wadna love my Nanie-o. | |
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| My breast can scarce contain my heart, | |
| When dancing she moves finely-o; | |
| I guess what heaven is by her eyes, | |
| They sparkle sae divinely-o; | 20 |
| My Nanie-o, my Nanie-o; | |
| The flower of Nithsdale ’s Nanie-o; | |
| Love looks frae ’neath her lang brown hair, | |
| And says, I dwell with Nanie-o. | |
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| Tell not, thou star at gray daylight, | 25 |
| O’er Tinwald-top so bonnie-o, | |
| My footsteps ’mang the morning dew | |
| When coming frae my Nanie-o; | |
| My Nanie-o, my Nanie-o; | |
| Nane ken o’ me and Nanie-o; | 30 |
| The stars and moon may tell ’t aboon, | |
| They winna wrang my Nanie-o! | |
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