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Scornfu' Nancy

Nancy's to the greenwood gane,
     ⁠To hear the gowdspink chatt'ring,
And Willie he has follow'd her,
     ⁠To gain her love by flatt'ring:
But a' that he could say or do,
     ⁠She geck'd and scorned at him;
And aye when he began to woo,
     ⁠She bade him mind wha gat him.

What ails you at my dad, quoth he,
     ⁠My minny, or my auntie?
With crowdy-mowdy they fed me,
⁠     Langkale and ranty-tanty:
With bannocks of good barley-meal,
     ⁠Of thae there was right plenty,
With chapped stocks fu' butter'd weel;
     ⁠And was not that right dainty?

Although my father was nae laird,
⁠     ('Tis daffin to be vaunty,)
He keepit aye a good kale yard,
⁠     A ha'-house, and a pantry;
A guid blue-bonnet on his head,
⁠     An o'erlay 'bout his craigie;
And aye until the day he died
⁠     He rade on guid shanks-naigie.

Now wae and wonder on your snout,
⁠     Wad ye ha'e bonnie Nancy?
Wad ye compare yoursel' to me,
     ⁠A docken to a pansie?
I ha'e a wooer o' my ain,
⁠     They ca' him souple Sandy,
And weel I wat his bonnie mou'
⁠     Is sweet like sugar-candy.

Wow, Nancy, what needs a' this din?
⁠     Do I no ken this Sandy?
I'm sure the chief o' a' his kin
     ⁠Was Rab the beggar randy;
His minny Meg upo' her back
⁠     Bare baith him and his billy;
Will ye compare a nasty pack
     ⁠To me, your winsome Willie?

My gutcher left a good braidsword,
     ⁠Though it be auld and rusty,
Yet ye may tak' it on my word,
⁠     It is baith stout and trusty;
And if I can but get it drawn,
     ⁠Which will be right uneasy,
I shall lay baith my lugs in pawn,
⁠     That he shall get a heezy.

Then Nancy turn'd her round about,
     ⁠And said, Did Sandy hear ye,
Ye wadna miss to get a clout;
⁠     I ken he disna fear you:
Sae haud your tongue and say nae mair,
     ⁠Set somewhere else your fancy;
For as lang's Sandy's to the fore,
     ⁠Ye never shall get Nancy.

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