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SONG XXVII. NANNY OF THE TWEED.

How sweet to view the op'ning dawn,
When Phœbus ushers in the morn;
How sweet to trace the flow'ry lawn,
When blossoms deck the spangl'd thorn:
The birds sing sweet o'er hill and grove,
And sweet's the shepherd's oaten reed;
But sweeter far the maid I love,
Fair Nanny of the Tweed.
Let heroes fly in quest of fame,
And dauntless brave the battle's roar;
Let statesmen court a gilded name,
And sailors roam from shore to shore:
Dearer to me the hill and grove,
The rural dance and oaten reed,
When wand'ring with the maid I love,
Fair Nanny of the Tweed.

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What tho' I'm doom'd, alas! by Fate
To tend each day my fleecy care,
Content would crown my lowly state,
If she'd consent my flock to share:
Then blithe I'd sing o'er hill and grove,
And tune with glee my oaten reed;
My days I'd pass in peace and love,
With Nanny of the Tweed.