Song

n' i maun guide it ie, o;

but warl's gear roubles me,

my thoughts are a' my nanie, o.

our auld guidman delights to view

his sheep an' kye thrive bonie, o;

but i'm as blythe that hands his pleugh,

an' has nae care but nanie, o.

e weel, e woe, i care na by;

i'll tak what heav'n will sen' me, o:

her care in life have i,

but live, an' love my nanie, o.