My Nancy, O
 


Citation

Burns, Robert, 1759-1796, “My Nancy, O,” Appalachian State University Libraries Digital Collections, accessed May 20, 2024, https://omeka.library.appstate.edu/items/show/31730.


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Title

My Nancy, O

Description

This item is part of the I. G. Greer Folksong Collection which consists of more than 300 individual song titles and their variants as collected by Isaac Garfield Greer (1881-1967) from informants, primarily in Ashe, Wilkes and Watauga counties. The collection includes manuscripts, typescript transcriptions produced by Dr. Greer’s clerical staff, and handwritten musical notations. Songs range from traditional Child Ballads, traditional English and Scottish ballads as well as their American variants, to 19th century popular music to musical compositions of local origin.

Subject

Love poetry, Scottish
Social classes--Poetry
Feminine beauty (Aesthetics)--Poetry

Creator

Burns, Robert, 1759-1796

Publisher

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

Contributor

Greer, I. G. (Isaac Garfield), 1881-1967

Format

PDF

Language

English

Type

Text

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Transcription

My, Nancy, O

Behind yon hills where Lugar flows,
Among moors and mosses many, O,
The wintry sun the day has clos’d,
And I will away to Nancy, O.

The western wind blows loud and shrill,
The night is both dark and rainy, O,
But I will get my plaid and out I will steal,
And over the hill to Nancy, O.

My Nancy’s charming, sweet, and young,
No artful wilds to win ye, O!
May ill befall the flattering tongue,
That would beguile my Nancy, O.

Her face is fair, her heart is true,
As spotless as she’s bonny, O.
The opening gown wet with dew,
None purer is than Nancy, O.

A country lad is my degree,
And few there be that can have me, O,
But what care I how few there be,
I am welcome to my Nancy, O.

My riches all is a penny free,
And I would guide it canny, O:
But was less gear never troubles me,
My thoughts are on my Nancy, O.

Our old guidman delights to view,
His sheep and they thrive bonny, O,
But I am as blithe that holds his plough,
And has no care but my Nancy, O.

Come weal, come woe, I care no by,
I will take what heaven will asend me, O,
Nor neither care in life have I
But live and love my Nancy, O.

Associated Date

1783

File name

113_MyNanieO

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