Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. III. The Eighteenth Century: Addison to Blake
Robert Burns (17591796)My Nanie s awa
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And listens the lambkins that bleat o’er the braes,
While birds warble welcome in ilka green shaw;
But to me it ’s delightless—my Nanie ’s awa.
And violets bathe in the weet o’ the morn:
They pain my sad bosom, sae sweetly they blaw,
They mind me o’ Nanie—and Nanie ’s awa.
The shepherd to warn o’ the grey-breaking dawn,
And thou mellow mavis that hails the night fa’,
Give over for pity—my Nanie ’s awa.
And soothe me wi’ tidings o’ nature’s decay;
The dark, dreary Winter, and wild-driving snaw,
Alane can delight me—now Nanie ’s awa.