Ranty, Tanty.
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NAnsys to the Green-Wood gane,
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To hear the Lintwhite chattring
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And Willies follow'd her alane;
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To gain her Love by flattring.
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But all that he could do or say,
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She snuf't and sneered at him,
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And ay when he began to Woe,
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She bad him mind wha gat him.
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(2)
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What ails you at my Dad quoth he
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My Minny or my Aunty
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With Craudy Maudy they fed me,
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Lang-Kail and Ranty, Tanty.
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With Bannocks of good Barly-Meal
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of that there was right Plenty,
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And chapped Kail butter'd full well,
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And was not that right dainty.
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(3)
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Altho' my Dady was no Laird,
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I speak it without Vaunty,
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He had a House and a good Kail-yard
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A Hall House and a Pantry.
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A good Blew Bonnet on his Head,
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A Roll about his Craigie,
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And ay unto the Day he died,
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He rode on good shanks-Nagy.
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(4)
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Then Nansie turn'd her round about
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With great Disdain and Scorn.
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And Willie he stood out about,
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As he had been forlorn.
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Now wae and wander on your Snout
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would ye have bonny Nansie,
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Would you compare yourself to me
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A Doken to a Tansie.
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(5)
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Go get you gone Gib Glaiks she says,
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John Gibblets with some other,
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Or then I fear you'l get your Pakes
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Go give the Nolt their fodder.
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I have a young Son of my awn,
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They call him souple Saunny.
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And well a watt his bonny Mow,
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Is sweet as Sugar-Candie.
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(6)
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Now Nansy what needs all this Din,
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do I not ken your Sandy,
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I'm sure the Chief of all his Kin
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was Rob the Beggar randy;
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His Minny Meg, upon her Back,
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bare both him and his Billie,
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Will ye compare a nasty Pack
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before your dear Heart Willie.
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(7)
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My Daddie left to me a Sword,
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tho' it be old and rusty,
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I dare declare upon my Word,
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it is both stout and trusty;
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And if that I can get it drawn,
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which will be right uneasy,
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I'll lay my very Life in pawn,
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that I'll give him a Heasy.
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(8)
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I ken he's but a Coward Thief,
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your Titty Bess can tell him,
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How with her Rock she beat his Beef,
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and swore that she would fell him.
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And he lay blirting like a Sheep,
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confess'd he was a Fa'lter,
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And unto her did chirm and cheep,
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and craved Pardon at her.
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(9)
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Then bony Nansy turn to me,
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and so prevent all Evil,
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And let thy Speeches proud abee,
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and prove somewhat more civil,
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Let Souple Sandy get him gone;
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and court his auld Coal-Maggie,
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With all his Duds hung o'er his Droo,
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but nought about his Craigie.
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(10)
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Then Nansy turn'd her round about
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saying, Did Sandy hear you?
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You would not miss to get a Clout,
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I know he doth not fear you:
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Then hold your tongue & say no more
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set somewhere else your Fancy,
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For as long's Sandys to the fore,
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Thou never shall have Nansy.
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