The Scotch Wooing of
WILLY and NANNY.
To a pleasant new Tune: Or, Nanny O.
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AS I went forth one Morning fair,
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all in the midst of Summer spring,
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There I did hear a young-man lament,
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and to himself began to sing,
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It's Nanny, Nanny, Nanny O,
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The Love I bear to Nanny O,
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all the World shall never know,
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The Love I bear to Nanny O.
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Her cheeks, her Cheeks, are lilly white,
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and her eyes are like the Christial O.
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She might have been a Lords delight,
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and her name was called Nanny O,
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It's Nanny, Nanny, Nanny O,
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The love I bear to Nanny O,
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all the world shall never know,
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The love I bear to Nanny O.
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I will to her Fathers house,
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and see what favour he will show,
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That I may-ride o're yon misty Moor,
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all for to court my Nanny, O.
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It's Nanny O, etc.
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I had rather have Nanny in her smock,
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she is blith and bonny O,
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As to have Betty with five thousand marks
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if that she would but have me O.
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It's Nanny O, etc.
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Come saddle me my Milk white steed,
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the black was ne'r so bonny O,
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That I may Whip and ride with speed,
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all for to court my Nanny O,
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It's Nanny O, etc.
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Some saith it is for Means I go,
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but God forbid it should be so,
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I go for nothing but pure Love,
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the which I bear to Nanny O,
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It's Nanny O, etc.
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Some pluck up the Finckel seed,
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and some pull up the Tansie O,
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A bonny boy to pull off my boots,
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and to gang to Bed to Nanny O,
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It's Nanny O, etc.
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The first time I did see my love,
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it was in Tinmouth Castle O,
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I thought she was and a bonny Lass,
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and every Lad did think her so,
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It's Nanny O, etc.
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Some takes delight in Cards and Dice,
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and other some in Dancing O,
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But I take delight in a bonny Lass,
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and her name is called Nanny O.
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It's Nanny O, etc.
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Now to conclude and make an end,
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I hope there's no one Malice show,
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To her that's such a bonny Lass,
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whose name is called Nanny O,
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It's Nanny O, etc.
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