nanie's awa

tune—“there'll never be peace till jae cos ha.”

now in her green ntle blythe nature arrays,

and listens thekins that bleat o'er her braes;

while birds warble welcos in ilka green shaw,

but to it's delightless— nanie's awa.

the snawdrap and priose our woonds adorn,

and violetes bathe in the weet o' the rn;

they pain sad boso sae sweetly they w,