An Answer to Nanny O;
Or, The Happy Agreement between the Two Scotch Lovers,
WILLY & NANNY.
Tune of, Nanny O.
This may be printed, R.P.
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ARt thou so loyal to thy Love,
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then i'le the like of kindness show:
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There's no one that I prize above
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my young and lively Willy O.
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Tis Willy, Willy, Willy O,
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the love I bear to Willy O,
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All the world shall never know
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the love I bear to Willy O.
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If I might have Lord, Duke, or Earl,
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and in rich Silks and Sattens go,
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Likewise adorn'd with Orient Pearl,
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I'd leave it all for Willy O.
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Tis Willy, Willy, Willy O,
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the love I bear to Willy O,
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All the world shall never know
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the love I bear to Willy O.
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If to my Father you should ride
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and he should chance to answer no,
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Yet I will yield to be the Bride
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of thee my Loyal Willy O.
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Tis Willy, Willy, Willy O,
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the love I bear to Willy O,
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All the world shall never know
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the love I bear to Willy O.
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My Dearest, I have House and Land,
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a curious Lamb and breeding Yow;
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With these i'le give both heart and hand
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to thee my loving Willy O.
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Tis Willy, Willy, Willy O,
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the love I bear to Willy O,
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All the world shall never know
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the love I bear to Willy O.
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To thee I never will be coy,
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behold, mine Eyes like Fountains flow;
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'Tis with the extasie of Joy,
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in meeting with my Willy O.
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Tis Willy, etc.
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In Cards and Dice some takes delight
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until it proves their overthrow;
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Tut thou in Nannys beauty bright
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who is in love with Willy O. ,
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Tis Willy, etc.
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If thou comest to me soon or late,
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my love and loyalty i'le show;
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A boy or man shall alwaies wait
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on thee my true-Love Willy O.
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Tis Willy, etc.
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My dear, that day that we are wed
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we will invite all, high and low,
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Then i'le afford my Maiden-head
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to thee my True-Love Willy O.
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Tis Willy, etc.
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Against that day a fine Lac'd Band
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upon my Love I will bestow;
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There's no young man in Cumberland
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that can compare with Willy O.
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Tis Willy, etc.
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My Love, we'l make no long delay,
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but to the Kirk with speed we'l go;
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Upon the next high Holiday,
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where we'l be married, Willy O.
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Tis Willy, Willy, Willy O,
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the love I bear to Willy O,
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All the world shall never know
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the Love I bear to Willy O.
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