my nanie's awa
tuhere'll never be peace till jamie es hame.”
now in her green mantle blythe nature arrays,
and listens the mbkins that bleat o'er her braes;
while birds warble weles in ilka green shaw,
but to me it's delightless—my nanie's awa.
the sna and primrose our woodnds adorn,
and violetes bathe in the weet o' the morn;
they pain my sad bosom, sae sweetly they bw,
they mind me o' nanie—and nanie's awa.
thou v'rock that springs frae the dews of the wn,
the shepherd to warn o' the grey-breaking dawn,
and thou me
My Nanies Awa(1/2)